After a splendid trip to Prague at the weekend I had myself an extra day off to recuperate from the weekend's sightseeing and forced marches.
I decided to visit my local supermarket. No bugger will be about mid-afternoon on a Tuesday (except millions of pensioners who have taken my advice and gone to the shops when the workers aren't there instead of shopping at weekends or evenings).
As I turned into the car park, the air turned blue. It was heaving. Everybody except dear old Flashman was there (in t'pub - ED), kids, mothers, fathers, grandparents, Johnny Foreigner, wrong 'uns and ne'er do wells were going wild in the aisles.
Now fair enough it is the summer holidays so mothers and kids fine, but the rest of 'em!. No wonder I pay so much bloomin' tax, it's to keep those with limps, sunburn and scouse accents in the manner to which they have become accustomed too.
Note to the DSS - forget neighbours grassing up spongers, get yourself down Asda.
Maybe its time I jumped on the 'industrial injury' gravy train...or just put a foot under it!
Benefit abuse is fucking this country right up.
But it seems the government are happy to let lots of perfectly healthy people do fuck all and pay them to do fuck all.
But more and more people who actually work for a living are getting fed up of working their balls off in a country where no buggar can afford something as essential as a house, just to see their hard earned money used to fund 17 year old slappers with 3 kids from 3 dads, and 'disabled' people who's only disability is lazyness. These people are getting fed up and are starting to emigrate. And the work-shy classes seem to be growing.
So where will the money come from to pay for these people in the future?
you may not be familiar with the tourist trade so i will let you into a secret from someone that was:
tuesday is shopping day for tourists that have booked their £9.99 holidays through "the sun" newspaper.
they arrive on mondays and fridays after 4pm as they cant get their keys for their caravan until then.so they go straight to the bar/pub and piss off us locals trying to get served and eat in said pub/bar that night as mother has no intention of doing any cooking.smoking ban does not deter them.
tuesday or saturday is when father and the kids are dragged down to asda or tesco to fill up the fridge with chips and burgers and sausages for the BBQ which is why no locals eat BBQ's coz the "emits" have brought all the charcoal,however us locals can get served at the bar as the "emits" are indoors watching Eastenders and The Bill until 9pm when the bingo starts.
so the best time to go shopping is either Monday or Friday as the "emits" are either on their way to their destination or hopefully fucking off home.
so there you have it,monday or friday for shopping and between 7 and 9pm for a pint at the pub but dont tell anyone as they will come down a day earlier and set the video for the soaps...
HAHA! I moved to germany from england, and my girlfriend can tell me exactly when NOT to go to the local supermarket cause the shelves are guaranteed to be empty. All the single mums and Turkish immigrants get their benefits on the same day, and rest assured, by 3pm that day, the shelves are BARE.
Sir Archie Leach wrote: After a splendid trip to Prague at the weekend I had myself an extra day off to recuperate from the weekend's sightseeing and forced marches.
I decided to visit my local supermarket. No bugger will be about mid-afternoon on a Tuesday (except millions of pensioners who have taken my advice and gone to the shops when the workers aren't there instead of shopping at weekends or evenings).
As I turned into the car park, the air turned blue. It was heaving. Everybody except dear old Flashman was there (in t'pub - ED), kids, mothers, fathers, grandparents, Johnny Foreigner, wrong 'uns and ne'er do wells were going wild in the aisles.
Now fair enough it is the summer holidays so mothers and kids fine, but the rest of 'em!. No wonder I pay so much bloomin' tax, it's to keep those with limps, sunburn and scouse accents in the manner to which they have become accustomed too.
Note to the DSS - forget neighbours grassing up spongers, get yourself down Asda.
Maybe its time I jumped on the 'industrial injury' gravy train...or just put a foot under it!
Sir,
May I just point out that your post above contains an error. Whereas once upon a time, in dear old blighty, people did defraud the DHS out of benefit payments, this is now no longer the case. After the concerted television advertisements advising so called benefit cheats that, if caught they may face an interview by the police, under caution, this wicked practice has now surely ceased.
All those tempted of doing such a thing are now trembling in their DHS paid for boots and are too frightened to even think about it.