TROUGHERS BEWARE! THE HUNT IS ON!

TROUGHERS BEWARE! THE HUNT IS ON!
WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE! Bigger, sharper teeth than our ramblings in the on-line Oldham Evening Chronicle, which are being strangled by ever increasing censorship or moderation as they call it. We, the people of this town have no collective public voice to shout on our behalf, willing to question and challenge the lunacy visited upon us by the numpties in The Tower Of Babble, various thieving MPs, the legions of PC police at GMP, PAT'S, PACT'S, academy lovers, transport 'experts', vastly overpaid Council Officers from Charlie Chuckles downward, quangoes, placemen, do-gooders, do-badders, tree huggers, Brussels and Alcock! You get the idea? We intend to remedy this via the revamped Pigsticker. Now with added fibre. If any of you out there want to join us in restoring the town to it's former pleasant aspect, please feel free to submit articles. No moderation on this site!

Monday, July 26, 2010

LOITERING WITHIN TENT!


Well this is it!  This is the eagerly anticipated first sighting of the wonderful new tented village that is to replace Tommyfield. OK, OK calm down everybody. I know, that like me, you are totally underwhelmed. What a paltry, flimsy poverty stricken image this is. That is going to replace Tommyfield?  Give me fucking strength! No, on second thoughts give the 'tents' strength. The first winter 'easterly' will have that lot over the Isle Of Man in no time. You're going to be a cold bugger if your stall is first in line, wind up Albion St comes direct from the Siberian Steppes. How long before erecting and dismantling these Ali Baba castoffs becomes too much trouble? The line of bollards alongside adds a nice touch. I suppose stall holders can always moor their business to them. Anyhow they are here. Let's see what we can expect them to offer for our delectation. Well bugger me just what we have been waiting for. First up is a fruit and veg stall. How we've managed without all this time stumps me. Anyone think these are an improvement on Tommyfield, which our council of nonces neglected and allowed to drift away. If you do, all I can say is; 'You're fucking barmy.' Put the fucking stalls back on Tommyfield. Demolish the Tower Of Babble, make it a car park and let the fuckwits go and do their councilling  in Th' Old Town Hall (as it stands).(just).

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