Missed a few pages due to howling over Russel Greer’s retard legal wars, and trying to create some sort of dating bingo card. So…
Word I've caught today is that Labour are trying to work around the migrant hotel issue by stuffing them into HMOs (Houses of Multiple Occupancy) instead. Basically the houses that a bunch of students stick in once they're out of uni halls, typically.
Since these tend to be in areas with cheaper housing, this will usually stick said rapey migrants into the areas where the protestors live. It also separates out the migrants into smaller units and also means police protection would be divided (rather than focused around one hotel, try a couple dozen houses in a district), right on the doorstep of the very groups that hate said rapey browns the most. This would probably also lead to people finding who owns said properties and going over to their actual house too.
Can confirm it’s happening in the Midlands. There are positively insane amounts of student housing blocks that’ve been chucked up on a wing and a prayer in the last ten years, most in city centres where no actual resident could afford to live. Now the residences are half empty and there’s way less students, the profit-hungry landlords are applying to councils for changes to whatever legal agreements they have so the student digs can be used for non-students. We all know who they are. Coventry council recently agreed to it, when the shit-tier landlords bullshitted about the new non-student tenants being the same age range and ‘studying’ or some bollocks. Cov council, as always, swallowed all the bullshit to allow profiteering on the backs of locals and students alike.
Twenty years ago there were uni protests at rapes and sexual assaults on campus, and women wanted escorts back to their digs. Well, now the rapists are going to be living in their digs. Well done, landlords and councils both.
Random diversion: I knew someone who was a total naive hippy and moved into refugee accommodation to help with supporting the poor, innocent refugees from the Middle East. She had to barricade her door from the first night, and literally every single one of the dozen or so residents tried to get into her room for sexytimes. She left for her own safety and sofa-surfed instead. Comes to something when being homeless is safer than living with ‘refugees’.
You brits are so fucking lucky. It’s going to be 42 and storming for chrissy here in Australia. Hope you and your kiddo have a nice break lad
I’d swap in a heartbeat. Love me some thunderstorms. Wet towel & fan on to keep cool, window open to watch the lightning, job done. Where I am in the U.K. we haven’t seen the sun in days. Feels like living in eternal dusk.
I'll admit that while it was irritating as fuck to have your mum kick off about you eating the Christmas snacks before Christmas (aye sure pal, we'll eat an entire fucking cupboard full of high calorie shit between Christmas Eve and Boxing day while also having an incredibly heavy meal too) it feels like something is missing without it, even though I don't actually miss it.
Although that might be down to the realisation that putting pressure on yourself to create the perfect television Christmas is stress for the sake of stress and it's perfectly reasonble to just plan a food shop like normal and grab a few little special extras. For me, Christmas is all about peace and quiet and having a few days of government mandated holidays to watch shit films, eat a lot of meat and chocolate and have some fancy beers.
My mum was super strict about no chocolate before Christmas dinner too, which I always hated until the dinner, then I was glad I had room for the mountain of roasties and all the trimmings. Mums know a thing or two.
My eternal memory of my kids being young is cooking Christmas dinners, only for them to sit on the plates and go cold to end up in the dog, as keeping tabs on many kids and a shopping trolley full of chocolate while cooking isn’t easy. Like you, I learnt to just go with it. Nice dinner just for the adults, and the kids can pick over the leftovers when they want their tea. They always preferred turkey sarnies and cold roasties anyway.
The foxes/helicoptors scarfs
The Millwall fans who got in shit because a dad held his son over his head and spun him round. Bloke should’ve gotten an award for circus acrobatics whilst teetering on the steps of a football stand. Sadly, I can’t find the video of it now.
These lads got a lifetime ban for this.
https://youtube.com/shorts/uElksk03sbE?
* Britons told to swap turkey for red cabbage soup this Christmas to save the planet
Save the planet from what? Climate change will happen no matter what coal you burn, or whatever meat you eat - or don’t. No amount of pickling cabbage is going to stop it.
Was the story sponsored by Sarson’s?
* Palestine Action hunger strikers launch legal action against David Lammy after activists hospitalised
One of those matches where you want both teams to lose, is that.
lol at thinking the Welsh are white.
Nowt wrong with being a coalnig. Someone has to keep the sheep in line.
That said I'm 99% sure who @Made In Wales is, he's literally your grandad, he's just not using Facebook for some reason.
I bloody hope not. My Nan will go fucking mental if she finds out he’s been hanging out with politician types. Back down the pit, grandad!
Oh look at that. "Brit" with a Russian flag avvy literally going to bat for red cabbage soup. Or as you would call it, "borscht", you russkie spy?!? Confess!
I’d do just about anything for a bowl of good borscht though, and so should you. That stuff is fucking lush. Only Slavs could combine the most basic, tripped-over-it-in-the-dacha level foodstuffs and come up with such a perfect dish. Potatoes, cabbage, beets and dill, all topped off with smetana. How is something so basic, so homely, so fucking great? Dammit, now I need beets.
We’re having a vegetarian Christmas Day because my bloke watched too much ‘Clarkson’s Farm’ and felt terrible for animals being slaughtered. I’m just waiting for the inevitable disappointed expression and the “well, it was okay…ish” comments after we tuck into the unpronounceably poncey veg and cheese pie thing we have instead of turkey. I could’ve made him veg and cheese sauce in far better pastry myself, but we all know if it’s Tesco finest, it must be the best.
Is Greggs open on Christmas Day?
