charlesfare

hahah, did that man with bag thread get deleted? Maybe some of you joyless, fearful pearl clutchers deserve to have your homes broken in to.

hahaah the way people bend over backwards to defend racist bullshit is astounding sometimes.

Inspired post. Some of you lot really do live in fear and love to dial 101 at the drop of a hat.

How do you fix a problem like this though? Put more busses on the road and you'd just end up with them all getting bottle necked on that busy stretch of road from Denmark Hill up to Elephant and castle.

Never heard human beings with actual souls refer to it like that. Gotta put the kibosh on that sort of nonsense pronto, it's a bit like when collonizers in the New World started renaming the roads.

I used to take the train from ED to london bridge for work for about a year and to be honest, a lot of people travelling that way do move like cattle and should be treated as such. I'm obviously exagerating but I think the whole thing with congestion would be easier if people moved with a bit more pep in their step.

Duh! I mean, where in relation to Bellenden Road?

Where exactly is Bellenden Village?

Sorry your shit got wrecked but eastern European with short brown hair is the least useful description ever.

Has the OP tried speaking to the car owner in question?

It makes the people who live here look like a bunch of out of touch, pearl clutching Hyacinth Bucket types.

Jesus Christ. None of you ever ring the wrong doorbell before?

Some real dog whistle racism/out and out classism flying about in these posts.

Alex K Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Just out leafletting -- up and down the streets > off Lordship Lane, dropping flyers into > post-boxes, shoving them (with a worried moment > every time -- dogs! teeth! fingers!) behind furry > cache-sexe "draught excluders" inside doors' mail > slots. > > I came home disheartened by how poor my > neighbourhood seems, how run-down, how badly > maintained; or are we British simply not > house-proud? Front garden paths a tangle of broken > tile and crisps bags, fences in gaping need of > picket-denture after picket-denture, gates off > their hinges, wood rotten... If one can't afford > to re-paint, then at least one might find the time > and self-respect to wash down the grimy > encasements of windows, enjambments of doors. But > -- not. And the dank stench that wafted outward > through some of those mail slots! ...Wherever > humans den is, I suppose, Arkham. > > The Chancellor of the Exchequer has freed up > pension pots: Take the money, he beckons those > about to retire, and do with it what you will. > Stocks? Bonds? Ah! Real estate! Another boost for > house prices, then. > > But the higher those prices go, the greater the > monthly mortgage payment, the fewer the monies > available for improvements. For re-tiling the > garden paths, re-hanging the re-made gates. For > plasterwork and paint. To re-lay, to re-set the > stoop stairs rather than to trowel-patch the tar > swilled over tread and riser decades ago when > first they cracked and chipped. > > And for want of those monies, I fear that East > Dulwich will stay a slum, albeit a more expensive > one. Ugh, pull your head out of your arse and stop spamming people with flyers