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Are you having a street party?

by Marrick on June 1, 2012

I really couldn##Q##t give a toss. Different strokes for different folks, but I do take exception to the enthusiasts trying to shove it down my throat when I say, “no I##Q##m not going to a Jubilee party”. I have made a point of not saying that I would prefer to line the ffwcers up in the People##Q##s Court to answer for their crimes, but the twerps insist on badgering me… “Oh why not? Isn##Q##t there one in your street?” Well, no there isn##Q##t, but that##Q##s not a problem. The problem is your sycophantic bullsh*t forelock tugging. Which I don##Q##t say because then I would have to punch them hard in the face as they turn into cabbage patch dolls. Which I wouldn##Q##t, because I##Q##m non violent. Hhhnnnnggggh…

The worst are the aggressive ones who seem to think it##Q##s part of your patriotic duty to be buttffwced by a bunch of kraut aristos. Why don##Q##t they just leave me alone to enjoy the world? I##Q##m having fun not being part of their sheepish mentality. Ffwc the ffwc off.

As I said. Each to their own. I won##Q##t begrudge them their ridiculously expensive celebration if they don##Q##t begrudge me my zero cost to the nation non-celebration. Give me the Jehovah Witnesses any day.

2 thoughts on “Are you having a street party?

  1. Mike says:

    This just gets too confuddling for a mere feeble minded blond male

    On the one hand I have been taught since birth that its wrong to support or encourage nazis but on the other hand people tell you that we are supposed to support our royal family, the pinnacle of all lazy eu immigrant benefit scroungers everywhere

    Its just soooo confusing I shall have to go lie down in a darkened room

    But I shant be goosestepping my way to any street parties šŸ™‚

  2. Keith says:

    I actually did go to a street party, relunctantly at first, but looking back I don’t remember the queen being mentioned once, apart from the odd person who kept informing us that it was pissing down on the Thames procession.

    The flags and bunting were out, obviously, but that was the only clue as to what the party was for, there were no rousing choruses of Rule Britannia or God Save The Queen, just loads of things going on for old and young alike.

    It was a great social occassion and it was 50 miles from where I lived, so I was a guest and behaved myself accordingly with no provocative comments. But the most refreshing thing for me was to be able to drink in the street again, draconian laws have meant that you can’t open a can of lager in variious parts of the country if you fancy a swift half at the roadside. There are so many signs about that you’re never going to notice the no drinking rules amongst them; but the one good thing about this government is that they’ve cut the coppers on the beat so much that there’s nobody left to enforce the rules.

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