I went into the town this morning to do my weekly shopping. I don’t know if you are aware of it, but Leicester is one of the most ethnically enriched cities in England – in fact when you look around you could be forgiven for thinking you were in Pakistan or somewhere similar.

We now have beggars on the streets. I don’t mean the usual charity muggers like the studentish types collecting for “Save the Children”, “Children with cancer”, “Help Abused Children”, “Disabled Children” and “Rainbows” etc., I mean real beggars sitting on the pavement holding their hands out and who flee when they see a Bobby approaching.

This morning I saw one young woman, who, from her looks was obviously from eastern Europe, sitting by Barclays Bank (best place to be I should think!) in dirty clothes with a piece of card propped up by her side stating that she was “Homless an Hungery”.

How on earth do people in that state that get into the country? What’s happened to own home-grown down-and-outs who live in shop doorways and cardboard boxes? Have they been ousted by the incomers? I think they should get organised and protest outside the Houses of Parliament to get these foreign beggars thrown out of the country for taking away their living!

The things you see when you haven’t got a camera with you!

NOTE: It just struck me that all the charity muggers on the streets, and the ones who waylay you as you leave the supermarkets, are all collecting for something to do with children nowadays. Is this because they have just realised that if the word “children” appears on the posters and tins it tugs at the heartstrings of the suckers (sorry, people) who pass by and cough up large amounts of money?

You never see anyone collecting for “Poor Old Age Pensioners” who don’t know where their next bottle of whisky, or even a Caribbean cruise is coming from. Shame.

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Someone once said that my posts are like buses. You don’t see one for ages, then two come along at once. Well, it depends on whether or not I’m feeling sociable, and whether I’ve got a full bottle of whisky by the bed.

Senior officers say smashed car windows and other damage to cars should not be classed as criminal damage if nothing is stolen. They even accused front line bobbies of being “too quick” to assume that an offence has been committed when motorists report damage to their vehicles. Unbelievable!

Apparently it is only classed as a crime if someone gets hurt in the incident, either the owner, the perpetrator or a third party.

Added to this is the fact that “anti-social behaviour” is not a crime it’s, well, just anti-social behaviour probably on a par to a child being naughty and vandalising the furniture because its parents wont let him have some sweets.

Adding these two facts together it is tantamount to giving the street yobs a licence to smash up someones car just for the fun of it, and because they haven’t committed a crime they get away with it scot-free! This is apparently what happened last week on the public car park in our town.

I parked my car on the public car park last week to go shopping and nearby I saw this badly damaged car. The owner, a young woman, was standing by it extremely upset. I asked her what had happened and she replied that she lived in a flat near the car park and had gone out intending to go to work and found it in the condition you see here.

She told me that she had only recently moved to Earl Shilton and didn’t know many people and couldn’t imagine who would do such a thing to her. She also told me that the police had only just left, and apart from walking around the car and taking notes they had issued her with an “incident number” to give to her insurance company when she claimed for the damage, they told her that it was not advisable to park on a public car park overnight. Then left.

Can you imagine how this young woman must feel? How would you feel if it was your car?

I think that de-criminalising vandalism on cars is one of the things the police have done to massage the crime figures. I keep reading about how the crime rate is falling in this country, yet I only have to look around our town to see what appears to be an increase in local crime. Even one junior ranking officer said in the above article “It is outrageous to attempt to manipulate the crime figures and make things look a lot more rosy than they are. . . . you can imagine the anger of a member of the public when a constable has to explain to then that vandalism is not criminal damage.”

So now that vandalism isn’t a crime anymore perhaps the police can get on with the job of catching the real criminals . . . . the motorists!

Click the images to see a larger version, and then again to see an even bigger pic.

Yes, that is a paving slab that was thrown at the windscreen!

In reply to Guyana Girl‘s question in the previous post of what constitutes a “yob” I will try and define the meaning as I see it.

I thought everyone knew what a yob was, goodness knows, we see enough of them nowadays! A precise definition is difficult – in the early days before the youth of today got really out of hand, it was a ‘backwards boy’, y-o-b!

What constitutes yobbish behaviour? At what point does shouting, excessive drinking, swearing, graffiti, fighting, drug taking, mugging, stealing etc. become anti-social? In the Governments book, never it seems, they just put it down to high spirits but in my book just behaving in an anti-social manner and being a pain in the neck constitutes a yob. Incidently yob can also be a young girl now, because some of them are worse than the boys.

I’m afraid that I’ve lost my respect and confidence in the younger generation; I don’t trust any of them. In my waning years now I have had too many bad experiences at their hands so I avoid contact with them whenever I can. Sad, I know, but I prefer it this way.

I bought a copy of the local paper again today to be confronted with yet more evidence of the “falling crime rate” in our area, as you can see from the front page.

A Leicester based paper said that my town, and the adjoining town of Barwell, have the highest crime rate per head of the population than anywhere in the Midlands!

Where are the police you ask? Honestly, in my 13 years of living in this area I have never seen a policeman actually walking the streets. I have been told that they have been spotted by eagle-eyed people on the odd occasion. I have seen some lady ‘Community Support Officers’ at times, but only in daylight hours and walking in two’s or three’s. Until the Earl shilton Bypass was built we used to get police cars racing through the town with their fairy lights flashing and making enough noise to wake the dead. Now the bypass is in use we don’t even see them anymore.

Nowadays young offenders are just given a caution, in other words a “telling off”. In just eight years 1,873 criminals received at least 10 “cautions” each (Home Office figures)!

When youngsters learn from the outset that they have nothing to fear from the law, is it surprising that so many choose crime as a career?

Must go now to raise the drawbridge, lock the gates and instruct the sentries on the battlements of ‘Smithy Castle’ to stay awake and be alert at all times.

I have the current “Hinckley Times”, which also covers the local area including my town Earl Shilton, in front of me. One report states ‘Crime in the town has fallen’ and goes on to say:

“Overall crime in Hinckley (I suppose that means the district as well)is down 5.5%, equalling 135 fewer victims.

Figures show incidents of racially aggravated crime are down 42% (not surprising, there are very few immigrants in this area), incidents of criminal damage are down 20%, incidents of anti-social behaviour are down 14.6% (obviously the person who quoted this figure doesn’t live in Shilton!)are there were 27 less burglaries compared to a year ago”.

The italics are mine.

The front page headlines on this paper show a Senior Citizen covered in blood after a vicious attack by three youths who set upon him and stole the takeaway meal he had just bought. They stamped on his face and he finished up in hospital. The paper states:

“The law prevents these boys being named because they are under 18″.

However the three were given “referral orders”, (wrists slapped, and warned that if they do it again they will be told off again!) supervised by the ‘Youth Offending Service’. Yet another politically correct do-gooder organisation to help the little darlings get over the traumatic experience of beating up an old man and robbing him.

But I digress. Other news items in the same paper include:

‘Girl, 5, breaks leg after being hit by a car that failed to stop’
‘Store raid terror for workers at the Co-op’
‘Man punched after fracas outside takeway’
‘Police hunting three men after attempted abduction’
‘Man in cider theft’
‘E-fit released after vicious assault’
‘Appeal after an assault in Station Road’
‘Director’s council tax fraud’
‘Man stole from gran’
‘Man faces drugs rap’
‘Devastated at barn stock theft’
‘Man bailed on crack cocaine charge’
‘Sheds broken into and contents stolen’

These are all separate incidents, and this is all from one weeks local paper. Every week I have noticed that the number of crimes is increasing. Twenty years ago there were perhaps one of two crimes reported. Believe me there are a lot of “minor crimes” in our town which go unreported.

Twenty years ago I very rarely locked up at night; naughty I know, but I felt I could trust the people around me. Not now, I lock the front and back door at all times now and never leave a window open at night or when I’m out. I always put the safety chain on before answering the door because recently I  had “persons unknown” trying to open the back door on two occasions when I’ve been in the house!

I commented on a recent post from Zoe about her son, Todd, who seems to be a bit of a “tearaway” as my old Gran (silly old bat!) used to say when she described me in my teens as a “Teddy Boy”.

Then I got to thinking about those halcyon days when we didn’t have a care in the world. That is until the media attacked the Teddy Boy culture in 1953 following a murder from a ‘gang’ stabbing on Clapham Common and moral panic ensued condeming all teens dressed in the flamboyant Edwardian style. We were banned from dancehalls, restaurants, some cafes and cinemas if we dressed in our “gear”.


Teddy Boys were part of a continuum of male peacockery that descended from, among others, the London Spiv. Teddy Boy styles and attitudes spread from London to the rest of the country where they fused into regional variations like Tony Curtis haircuts, sideburns, drape jackets or drainpipe trousers. In general we were pretty harmless, although we did rebel against the authority of our parents, the police and anybody who had a go at us. All we wanted to do was “pull the birds” and have a good time hanging around “Banner’s Milk Bar” on a Saturday Night, and walking around the “Monkey Run”. (A local arcade in the town where boys met girls). The boys walked around in small groups anti-clockwise, and the girls in a clockwise direction and eventual paired off and disappeared in the local park for a bit of “snogging”!

In those days the pubs closed at 10:30pm and you had to be 21 and over, strictly enforced, before you could buy alcohol but our gang wasn’t interested in booze anyway. Drugs were rare, in fact I don’t think any of us ever tried them, I much preferred to have a Strawberry Mike Shake in the company of a nice girl! I still sometimes sneak into McDonalds for a sly milk-shake, but the company of a nice girl has long since eluded me.

Yes, we did go to Margate and Skegness on Bank Holidays and raise hell, but although there were a few scuffles with the “Mods” we didn’t go in for shooting and stabbing that seems to be so popular nowadays.

During the last warm spell we had, I think it was the last week in May, I decided to go for a walk in the local park. I sat on the bench you see in the left picture and started to eat an apple. Because I don’t like the skin I used my pocket knife to peel it, and laid the knife on the bench next to me.

Note from the picture that there is a children’s play area about 100yds in front of the bench.

After about ten minutes two young women with a “gaggle of brats” (my collective term for a group of children), about 6 of them I think, came into the park and entered the fenced off area and closed the gate, presumably to keep the kids from escaping, although the authorities tell us the fence is to stop the local dogs from using it as a crapping area.

All pretty harmless until now, you think.

After another ten minutes or so I noticed a police car pull up on the car park to my right (see second picture). Two police persons got out, a man and a woman, and walked up the path towards me. I thought “Wonder what they want?”. I soon found out . Me!

They stopped in front of me and the female officer asked me what I thought I was doing? I answered that I was sitting on a bench eating an apple. This explanation apparently upset her, so the male then said “We have had a complaint from one of the ladies(?) in charge of the children over there”, he indicated the play area and continued “that you are watching the children, and they find it very disturbing”.

“I was here before they even turned up, and I’m not the slightest bit interested in the kids; in fact I hate children!” I replied.

“Nevertheless we would prefer it if you moved away, so as not to cause any unpleasantness. You must understand that this is just a polite request and will not be put on record if you comply with it”. (Wow! An educated policeman, he can use big words).

So I picked up my penknife to put it away and his eyes opened wide. “Is that on offensive weapon you have?” “No”, I replied, “It’s a tool and has a blade less than three inches, it’s not a lock-knife and it has a ‘drop-point’ so it is excempt from the knife laws”. I know this because I checked the law before I bought it. He obviously didn’t know about this exception clause, so he turned and walked a few paces and talked into his mic.

He had already written my name and adress into his little black book (Wow! He could write too! I was impressed!) so he was probably checking up to see whether I was on the Sex Offenders Register, or on the knife laws; or both.

He returned and asked me to go again, so rather than make a fuss, I went. Now I am wary about going in the park when there are children about. I never felt uneasy befrore, but I do now.

Afterthought: What a sick country this has become where the politically correct seem to rule over us, and all elderly men are looked on as potential child molesters and paedophiles!

As you may be aware all comments are moderated before I put them up, this is because of spam and idiots who seem to have nothing better to do with their time.

Because of the number of abusive comments I have received on my “Troop Aid” post I have removed the comment box.

I stongly suspect that these comments (so far I have had 29 since that post) are from one person who is obviously barely able to read and write english because they all have the same smelling pistakes and bad grammar in them; and all are anonymous. I am fed up with having to trash comments calling me a ‘nazi’, ‘scum’ and worse for supporting our troops in Afghanistan everytime I log on to my page.

Apologies to anyone who commented sensibly. I hope the person responsible can now see that none of his filth actually shows up on my page, so ‘go away’ in Anglo-Saxon!

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*polite cough*  Oh, I almost forgot to mention it but it’s my Birthday today, just in case you wanted to send me a pressie or an eCard. . . .(hint)

Why do we as a British people have to put up with brutal gangs who want this country for their own, kill our policemen, shout baby killers to our troops, demand their own laws, money, homes and jobs, and why do we have to put up with these people who call our police service and all the individuals in it, ‘institutionally racist’?

Who are the people who permitted my country to be overrun with people who don’t belong here, are not like us, do not have the same tolerances, religions, respect or behaviour, or in any way shape or form warrant so much attention in deference to those who’s country it is, who would, if they believed an entire group of people can have one collective psyche, be in danger of beginning to hate the very people who’s job it is to protect us?

My hope therefore is that we do not begin to hate each other but that we must collectively learn to realise that it is our government and politicians we need to hate, for they created the problem of the multicultural melting pot which has turned my country into a place where only hatred grows for the indigenous population who built it. A place where only victimisation, discrimination and guilt are aimed at the white man by fools who think that an entire group of people can be ‘racist’, and with a government that thinks itself clever that it destroyed its own people with mass immigration, which will continue to bring only hatred and further oppression against the indigenous people of Britain unless it is prevented.

I posted the following last November on a different blog and I’m repeating it now because the bustard has struck again! He did my cousin for the SAME OFFENCE yesterday in a “copy-cat” situation. Unbelievable! She is not the worlds greatest car-parker (is any woman?) and rear of the car was slightly over the line.

Hitler is alive and well, and is now employed as a Car Park Attendant in our little town.

A few weeks ago one of my many friends said he was going into town to do some shopping and would I like to accompany him. I had some library books to change and I needed some bits and pieces myself so I said yes.

It wasn’t a particularly busy day in town so there was oodles of room to park. Another reason there was plenty of room is the fact that Hinckley as a town is dying because of the greed of the local Council, (car parking charges recently increased) and the business rates on the shops also increased. Consequently as the shops are closing down (3 this week) people are now going to the nearby towns to shop. But I digress….

We parked the car, paid the exorbitant fee required, and displayed the ticket in the windscreen as requested ordered by the Council notice and made our way into town. After completing our business we went into a local hostelry for a beer and a bun.

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We returned to the car with half an hour left on the ticket, but to our surprise there was a ticket on the windscreen stating that we had committed a “Violation”!

Our car is the red Peugeot in the centre of the picture. Apparently we had inadvertently parked with one wheel over the line of the parking bay and had picked up a £50 fine!

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Sure enough when I looked closely at the notice board I could see quite clearly that we had committed a dastardly crime! If the car park had been full and we were preventing someone else from parking in the next bay I could understand it, but look at the car park . . . practically empty; so what did it matter if we had parked a bit over the line? This is bureaucracy gone mad! Haven’t the peasants the that Council employ got any brains and common sense? Perhaps they have their orders and must “obey orders at all times”

As you can imagine, we were hopping mad and set out to find this little jumped-up Hitler but he had vanished back into his bunker somewhere. If we had found him he would probably have said “It’s more that my jobs worth mate”.

My friend had to pay the £50 in the end. He tried to appeal against it, but to no avail. Guess which two people are not going shopping in Hinckley ever again. In future it will be Leicester.