Hostages.

[sinkov]

I would guess mon ami, that some lurker has spotted the use of one particular carelessly used adjective to describe Mr Crooks and has dobbed you in. That the Constabulary, or at least certain members of it, takes this sort of thing seriously I do not doubt. Perhaps you should ask for one of those leaflets the Met hand out to Hate Marchers in London, explaining what they can and cannot say, that might be helpful.

[The Bedlington Terrier]

I can only apologise directly to Mr Crooks for comparing him to a Dutch BBQ oven mon ami and ask him in the politest terms possible not to mention to the Editor of a Burnley Football Club forum "It's only Burnley" and such like.

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BT, just tell them that you have Tourettes, ADHD, OCD, ACDC or anything else they pepper us all with these days and that this has affected your mental health so much that you are thinking of self harming. What a bloody country we live in now. Fecked doesn't even come anywhere near it.

[The Bedlington Terrier]

BT, just tell them that you have Tourettes, ADHD, OCD, ACDC or anything else they pepper us all with these days and that this has affected your mental health so much that you are thinking of self harming. What a bloody country we live in now. Fecked doesn't even come anywhere near it.

Two bobbies in full regalia, mobile phones on display, full arresting kit resplendent, 8 am on a very boracic morning , ringing the door bell, I honestly thought someone had died.

I asked them if they had nothing better to do? Blanked.

[sinkov]

I can only apologise directly to Mr Crooks for comparing him to a Dutch BBQ oven mon ami and ask him in the politest terms possible not to mention to the Editor of a Burnley Football Club forum "It's only Burnley" and such like.

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If I was a Dutch Barbeque oven mon ami, I would be affronted, I would expect more sense from said BBQ Oven on matters relating to football than I would from our good friend Mr Crooks.

[alfinyalcabo]

We're fecked!

[The Bedlington Terrier]

We're fecked!

We are when a few chums on here can't have a private discourse about the merits or otherwise of Garth Crook's ability to talk about football matters Alfie.

[sinkov]

Two bobbies in full regalia, mobile phones on display, full arresting kit resplendent, 8 am on a very boracic morning , ringing the door bell, I honestly thought someone had died.

I asked them if they had nothing better to do? Blanked.

I presume you got to your door sharpish mon ami, otherwise they might have kicked it in. Or am I being unfair, and our wonderful police wouldn't dream of kicking a door in to investigate something so utterly trivial.

[sinkov]

We're fecked!

It really is scary Alfie, many years ago I read 1984 and thought, nah, it's fiction, not real life, couldn't happen my lifetime, then I watched the repression in East Germany, Mao's China, the USSR and dismissed them as authoritarian, Lefty regimes, nothing to do with me, nothing to do with good old Blighty, an Englishman's home is his castle and all that.

It's here now though innit, and when Labour get into power next year it will rapidly get much worse. We ain't seen nothing yet.

[The Bedlington Terrier]

I presume you got to your door sharpish mon ami, otherwise they might have kicked it in. Or am I being unfair, and our wonderful police wouldn't dream of kicking a door in to investigate something so utterly trivial.

We have a back door with a stable door style, I opened the top part of the door saw two Bizzies looking all earnest and thought "F*uck Me who's dead?""