Tribal Wives


How Metody is wondering does he get in touch with man who is making ‘Tribal Wives’ in it? Metody he see white English women - particular unlikeable, troublesome, spoilt and shiny of face. These is dropped into the middle of remote tribes, to spend a time being a native wife, with “hilarious result”. How these women do yelp, whine, squealing, have tantrum and weep when faced with leaves, mice, rain and hole in ground for shits, and for the time of their stay in forest, their talk is only of “My hair is going frizzy!” and “I'm not eating that!”

I think here in Llanelli in my bijou flat and with special loving, this would be to start an effect on any lady, say she come from Northants or such. Some manner of celebration would end in lady getting a drunk on tin cider, and dancing, and having surprisingly good time until she drops onto floor and is maybe ill there. I know there would be star-gazing stupefaction so that she tells that it make you realise how small you really are, and then there would be weeping on wash-day. This man is so poor, but Metody share whatever he've got with a crying voman. More so if I've got what she've lost.

At end, lady would absolutely be going home “a new woman” - which would be confirmed by fact she now had blonde hair, and wore no panties, “to always remind me of this special place.”

With luck it would be a regressive, clichéd, culturally ignorant, borderline racist piece of spiteful misogyny, and with devil's own luck you people would probably watch it anyway.

On Easy Street.











You is liking Metody's wallpaper yes? It is wall from new flat given him by Social Security. Is wery good flat I am thinking. Now Metody has valuable home he can take out loans from high street lenders rather than Alan the Incest and get him clothing from Boden catalogue so that he look like good house husband. Wery much inpressive for woman no? I think I well get many shags.
Also now Metody is officially without work he qualify for free dental treatment so Metody can get cocktail stick remowed from big back tooth where it has been now since 2007 already.
Metody must have been mad to try working here in Britain. When Metody work he was in shitters street. Also too have been reading prospectus on social welfare and find that if I get drug habit this entitles Metody to join 'Choose Life' gentlemen's club and get free day trips to go-gart tracks, and for the eating of free dinners!
No wonder Englishman not want work at Danepak for £3.45 on the hour!

Made Up Children


Katie Price is I is reading planning launch of edible children's made-up that is modeled by her daughter Priceless (that is not the fat blind boy).

The 31-year-old clamorous model, once called Jordan - has been bringing upon herself the wrath of ex-spouse Peter Andre earlier of this year when she did gave two-year-old daughter a made-up face with false eyelashes and did post the picture on the Facebook. This woman reveals her big plans on her ITV2 realism program ‘What Will Katie Do Next?’

Says Katie on her show: "Obviously the story would be she nicks my make-up all the time, it's not safe for her to use a proper lady's mascara... edible lipstick, little case with edible wipes to take your make-up off - you can get a nice case for make-up wipes, lipsticks, edible blushers and edible mascara and tasty nail varnishes innit."

The manager of her bottles of cheap scent business named 'Stinking' is pointing and is telling her: "There is to be a lot of PR from this as it is quite controversial. What with paedophile priests in the news and all. Kiddy fiddling is all the rage. We can mop up good." The pair then burst out laughing.

Priceless noded when asked if she would like make-up what can also be eaten by her, or possibly licked off face by grown up man. So Katie Price decided product would be named after this daughter.

The manager he say: "We've gotta model, we've gotta name, we just need a product innit."

Warned she will face a backlash over the sexying of young girls, Katie is retorting: "That's why I like to do it. For all you haters out there."

Peter was wery beside his self when a picture of Priceless's face being made-up with false eyelashes was put on the Facebook.

Peter said: "If I is honest, I is absolutely disgusted and to me that's the worst thing to be worried about. It's a two-year-old girl and she is disgusting looking."

My Girlfriend Minka Zalipski.


This here is my girlfriend Minka Zalipski. She is of good stock I think, her father was being a mining wangler and her mother previously a actress. It is true that because of unwarranted behavior Zalipski was expelled from France and Mexico. Always a fundamental, she has mixed in circles with by left-wing political activists and avant-garde artists, where she met second cousin of Metody, Bazyli Jankowski in 1983. Always troubled, from 1984, Minka is then having increasing signs of mania (Minka's mother is being committed in 1965, and indeed died in Krakow Insane Asylum). Jankowski and Zalipski traveled around Poland, eventually making their way to England in August 1996.
Zalipski’s erotic poetry first appeared in a joint compilation with Jankowski, 'Jesteś świeczką w Mojej Czarnej Nocy.' published in Clapham in 1998. Displaying Jankowski’s skills as a eroticist, the poems is written in Polish. More erotic poetry collections is following: Czekam. Czekam. Czekam. - 'I am waiting, I am waiting, I am waiting.' - until July 1999 when Zalipski was forced to flee to Wales because of the debts.
On hearing of her sister husband’s murder Zalipski already unstable has a complete mental, and is committed to the East Gwent Lunatic Asylum for over four years. Eventually released into the care of a doctor in late October 2004, Minka Zalipski is disappearing some weeks later and was believed to have died whilst shopping in a Woolworths store in South London.
In Minka Zalipski reappeared in Llanelli in June 2005 and is then under care of man who is calling his self Doktor Hilarius Plischke von Enns an German psychiatrist specializing in Mesmerism.
But for Minka then trouble is wery much coming in 2009. This is sounding bamboozling, I know. But the hand he trembles as I write this. I want to close her eyes and be scrubbing a five month fate from her mind. But I must tell story so as not to forgotten that a citizen’s rights are most precious, most wonderful rights in world.
Most of her life she has been entertainer as well as poet, performing with darling creatures of Nature. She was known as “Bird Woman” for her talent in training mynah birds and parrots and or pet, training to talk, laugh, giggle and sing. Thousands of people had been delighted by her novelty. Though she a bit past fifty year old, she still have her “show girl” figure; her natural hair still has ginger hue. Her eye is sky blue and she have been considered more than attractive.
Her past, as an entertainer and citizen, was unblemished up until that black day when she bought a second-hand combination radio, record player and television set.
She had gone to King Street, Carmarthenshire, with a dear friend of mine, a woman to whom I had been to become engaged once. She noticed an eye-catching display of second-hand television sets in radio & appliance store. Although she was already owning a television set, it played badly and my friend suggested, “Why not look him over?” and she did agree.
She was picking out a handsome Phillips priced originally at £300.00 and marked down to £42.00. Friend make financial arrangements because she have no head for figures. It worked out that she would get £17.00 trade in for her set and balance, £25.00 (tax included), would be paid in instalment. Mr. O’Hara (Irish shop owner) said that a finance corporation would take over account.
Even though it seemed simple, it was as though a shadow had passed over her heart, warning that something terrible would happen. But she was shrugging bad feeling away, telling herself she was being child.
On third day set went bad.
She was calling Mr. O’Hara and a repairman took set to shop. When set was returned it went bad again. She was sending it back again, and when it returned, in no time at all, it went bad. Fifth time Mr. O’Hara himself came for set. By that time her 90-day guarantee was used. All she had got for money was misery, inconwenience, and only a few hours of clear television viewings.
Two months is passing and Mr. O’Hara hadn’t returned set. By that time she was preparing to move to Pembrey to put on shows with birds. She was telling this to finance company when she gave monthly payment. By chance, she was happening to meet repairman at O’Hara’s and he told her, in private, that her set was lemon.
“It is costing you from £60 to £70 to rewire him and probably won’t work right. As we haven’t even started on it - Beside, your record player is also on bum. We want that you to make a deposit before work start on it.”
Before she is moved to Pembrey she is writing to Mr. O’Hara asking him to return television set. His answer finally come when she is finishing shows and moved to Carmarthen. Mr. O’Hara say: “ . . . contact us now regarding TV set. Unless set is redeemed we will dispose of him.”
Then finance company began to hound her. They hounded her until life become excruciating! They is telephoning her at all hours of day and night, demanding money, slandering, maltreating her reputation, condemning her—day after day—until her nerves is frazzled and every sound is making her jumping. She kept telling, “I’ll make payments, but first return television set”—but they is never listening. They kept hounding her until her gallstone condition became so aggravated she is become terrible sick.
Finance company is then sending collector to her home.
He is tall fellow and heavy and with coarse voice like mean tiger. He is become abusive and vulgar, calling her vile name and threatening her with bodily harm. He is jabbing thumbs at her and I swears to Queen, he is saying: “I warning you, Minka. You’ve heard of people’s bodies floating in bay, you haven’t? Well, they didn’t jump in. They owed finance company money and that’s how they is handling peoples who give trouble!”
She is so terrified that she screams at him to leave or would she call police. When she is saying “police” he left— and her terror was so deep that she is fainted. She fell to floor in a dead faint, hitting her head hard.
Next door neighbour called police and took her to hospital, to private doctor. When she is telling with him what is happened, he is shocked. When she was well enough to leave for home, she couldn’t with sleeping. She is afraid collector will come back, that he would deface her, that he would hurt birds and pets out of revenge. It was beginning of nightmare she is thought never will end.
When she told my friend of horrible incident, she assured her that she has no reason to be frightened. she couldn’t be jailed for non-payment of bill. Especially since she isn’t ever gotten TV back and when she is having it—it was pile of junk.
And then two men from finance company came to her new home in Pembrey. Two burly men pounded and kicked front door, demanding that she is stepping outside, demanding their monies, shouting vile names with her, using profanity that drunken sailors wouldn’t use—promising her most horrible physical harm if she didn’t let them in.
“I haven’t got television set. Mr. O’Hara is having it. But you can be taking everything else, stove, refrigerator, all furniture, only leave her in peace.”
But they kept pounding door and cursing, claiming they weren’t in second-hand furniture business. “We want the money!”
People from all over gathered. Traffic stopped to watch what two men were doing, how humiliating to her, shaming her before everyone who knew her as respectable voman. Disgrace was terrible. She is finally screaming.
“If you don’t go away, I’ll call police.”
They pounded door a bit more, and cursed, then shouted up.
“If you don’t have a payment Friday, we’re going to be putting you in jail!”
On Friday, at 3:30 in morning, two men from Llanelli, and one policeman from Carmarthen police force started beating on her door, demanding that she is coming out. Police car sirens began screaming all around and men started taking out windows to get in. Her heart was pounding like hammer and she is frantic.
Carmarthen policeman finally opened door with a skeleton key and charged up stairs into bedroom. she was in just underpant. Her knees buckled and fell to floor. They claimed to have a warrant for her arrest for hiding and concealing property of finance company. She is trying to explain situation but they is demanding that she is dressing and be escorted to police station.
They wouldn’t let her dress in private, saying she might run away. They made her feel cheap and disgusting as they watched her dress.
She was taken to Carmarthen County Jail, but wasn’t booked as should have been done if to be arrested. They allowed her to call friend and when she tried to bail her out, they wouldn’t let.
“You can’t bail her out,” they is claiming. “She is insane. Doctor said so. She’s going to be sent away for treatments.”
She is not believing what she is hearing. She was taught to obey and revere law—to honour ideals of law—and now law was committing a terrible crime against her. If someone had smashed her with rock, she is not more frightened, and dazed.
She is spending three days in a jail that was like a grisly dungeon. Mattress was like tissue paper and crawling with all kinds of wermin. When she managed to doze off a terrible squealing awakened her. It was rat caught in a trap that was gradually crushing its head and neck. That went on all night. She is not even reading newspaper. What little money she is having she gave to prisoners for nuts and cigarettes. Only moment of relief was when a doctor examined her for her mental retardation—but relief turned out to be just anorther form of torture. He asked her questions about sexy and perversions and immorality and he judged her “insane!”
She was taken back to cell, her heart leaden with despair and hopelessness. They kept opening door to cell at all hours of day and night and tossing in vomen of worst kind. Drunks, whores, fanatics, drug addicts, vomen who were banged up and bloody from beating with street fights, vomen with sores and rashes all over face and bodies. “Dear God in heaven,” she is praying. “Please get me out of here. I committed no crime. All I did was buy a television set on instalments. Please, dear God in heaven, get me out of this torture chamber!”
After three days her case is come up and she is stood before justice. She was asked, “Guilty, or not guilty?” She pleaded, “Not guilty!” and explained story, told how she is begging finance company to take back property, and wasn’t hiding or concealing, she told how they were hounding her, shamed her, violated her in person, and disfavoured her before her friends and neighbours. She expressed anxiety to go home because animals and birds needed attending or would die, and said that she wasn’t a healthy voman and was under doctor’s care.
Judge Merlin Jenkins said, “He dismissing case against this woman.”
Bailiff stepped to. She cried with joy. Tears of happiness ran down her fat face. She could go home to pets and beautiful birds and carry on her •work and once again live like a highly regarded voman, trying to forget this dreadful knowledge.
Outside courtroom sheasked bailiff if he would be good enough to loan her bus fare to get to Pembrey as she is giving all money to prisoners. He said that first they is to go upstairs, and he would give cab fare. She is telling him: “No, thank you. I would rather die first. I’ll be walking back to home.”
Bailiff grabbed her savagely, and. dragged her to door. She is stunned to resist. This was unbelievable. Judge Merlin Jenkins had freed her.
At door she is trying to pull away but bailiff nearly tore her in half to drag her back. While struggling another policeman came in, carrying a voman who claimed she wasn’t drunk and wanted to be with husband. Policeman smashed voman’s face, knocking her down and breaking her arm. (I heard later that voman died.) So she went with bailiff because of terror that she would be smashed in face. She was shoved into cell that was like a huge pail—it was a solitary confinement cell. But they are not shutting door.
“Why, dear God in heaven, why?” She is praying. “Why am I being persecuted and hounded, abused and violated? Why? Doesn’t law protect innocent people? Why is law sinning me against? Why?”
But now she was treated with even greater abuse. She is considered troublemaker. Her health is getting worse and she is subject to terrible pain. Later on she is taken to another psychiatrist who asked same questions asked of her by other doctor. All about sexy with men and sexy with vomen, sexy, sexy, sexy, as if only way to tell whether person is sane or insane is by asking questions about sexy. This psychiatrist said that she is going to be sent to Retreat, but when finally taken from jail, she is sent to Solva Ward St. David’s Asylum, a sanatorium for mentally disturbing people.
She, Minka Zalipski, who has been good woman, fine entertainer, respectable citizen who had never committed one infraction against law, was sent to a place where is treating insane—and hadn’t even issued a “sanity warrant”.
She is staying at Solva Ward St. David’s Asylum, a sanatorium for mentally disturbing people for three days. She is demanding that she be examined for her sanity but doctors said they couldn’t examine because they hadn’t time. She raised fuss, insisting that she be examine, that finally is and found her to be absolutely complete sane. They gave her a paper stating that she was sane and competent.
She was taken from Solva Ward St. David’s Asylum, a sanatorium for mentally disturbing people and escorted back to Carmarthen County Jail to wait for her trial. That same night while she was standing on chair by window, looking up at sky and praying to God in heaven for help, chair was suddenly kicked from under her and she fell to floor, bruising her buttocks and injuring her back. They had thrown in a crazy voman into cell and she was taken with a fits and Minka was one who suffered brunt of insanity.
While waiting for her trial, not one day passed without something dreadful happening. She was kicked and pinched and solicited by perverts, struck by drug addicts who used her to vent anger. In order to get some help before her entire state of mind collapse, I began writing letters and tossing them into window of her cell, hoping she would find one and read it.
She was sent to a third psychiatrist who began asking questions about sexy. Have she ever done this or that? With this kind of a person or that kind of a person? Did she enjoy it or hate it or not care one way or another? Sexy, sexy, sexy—as if all people in world lived in one big, dirty bed. She is answering as best she could and was sent back to cell. Later she learned that he had sent in a report saying that she is incurably insane, a paranoid.
She was not allowed to see anyone then. But I kept writing letters and tossing them into cell window. She is being driven out of mind by bugs, and by mouses in her cell.
It was only through help of Assembly of God church people— people who visit prisons to pray for unfortunate inmates— that first ray of hope is shiny. While they is praying she is telling story and begging to help before an innocent soul was cast into hell for no reason.
At trial they brought two psychiatrists to be testifying against her. They said that she is sexually insane and if to be released, would probably commit a terrible act of sex— even murder.
She had bring out certificates of competence and sanity given to her by doctors at Solva Ward St. David’s Asylum, a sanatorium for mentally disturbing people, proving that she was normal, but of a scientifically proved superior emotional stability and mentality—but certificates on her behalf was ignored.
When one-sided hearing was over, she was soon shipped to Solva Ward St. David’s Asylum, a sanatorium for mentally disturbing people and was glad to be going instead of having to stay in prison cell. Even so was for mentally disturbed, cells were clean and food was digestible.
In a little while her cell was opened and she was allowed to be free. Nightmare is over and her heart was racing so fast she is thinking it burst from her body. Nightmare is over—yes—but waking up from a nightmare can be terrible.
When she is returning home it is like stepping into funeral parlour. Birds and animals had died. She is seeing tiny, dead bodies, her heart is broke and she is crying for hours. Her only friends had starved to death. Loveliest, gentlest, most loyal of God’s creatures had died while waiting for her to return.
Later on, finance company sent men who took every bit and she was left destitute and had to quit show business to find work as a massuse.
I had to tell this story to let it serve as warning to peoples who fool herselves into believing that they have rights that will always be protected when come face to face with law—or have to deal with a finance company they know nothing about.
Take warning from me. Be sure you know what you’re doing. She free now, yes. But scars on her heart and soul that she will take with her to grave.

Old Age Rejuvenator Centrifuge


(Here we see amazing effect on aged crone).

Mayhaps Ponce de Leon was keeping too far in south in his search for Fountain of Youth. If he had made talk with Metody he might have headed to Llanelli and there made himself young riding on Metody’s Carousel Of Youth, my new medical theory recently advanced. Since old age is our final yielding to inevitable, resistless pull of gravity is I think so necessary only to overcome gravity and then overcome all that brings you down.

No fears of weightlessness are needed to be expressed in Metody’s recent proposal to Medical Profession of a treatment to remedy such ravages of advancing year, by the whirling system that is my invention.

My thoughts is that we have not taken plenty account in our study of mechanical aspect having influence upon senile (old-age) phenomena, of force of gravity. The weight of the blood thrown by the heart into the first reaches of the vascular tubulature must be considered, along with friction, in the estimation of wear and tear. So, too, there is the pullback or weight of blood, in vessels of extremities, which course away from the centre of the earth that draws all things to him.

Do not the aging carry around an ‘increasing’ weight? Is not the struggle to gravity of their sad bodies plain as nose on face with every step? Think of the internal pullings on a weakening machinery for when we age. Supporting gristle grow weaker; and weight of what gristle support get ‘greater’; the arches of foot do not ‘fall,’ but is pulled to ground; the titty falls flat; jaw sags; mouth droops; a old man bows and bends; he is pulled toward earth; his wery eyelids, like window shades toward evening, are drawn down, and at long last he is exactly pulled into grave.

Old age, then, is gradual surrender to force of gravity. Should we not take this great fact into mathematical account in a study of the mechanics of circulation, of body strains, and of disease?

What shall the prophylaxis and therapy be? I hear you is asking. How can the effects of this force be make smaller? Lying down relieves the daytime direction of fatiguing pull in the case of the well or slightly ill; but something more than this the badly damaged type needs. So Metody suggest periods of centrifugalization. An personage in special need of treatment will be made to rest at night upon my large revolving disc with head toward outer rim; the disc to be so bevelled as to carry the head at a lower level than feet; best speed to be estimated by laboratory experimentation. My disc might be large enough to carry ten fat or twenty normal patients. My mechanism would makes unproblematic the tasks, which during day are repressed by gravity. The decompensated heart, with oedematous and varicose extremities, might respond wery well I am thinking.

The principle of centrifuge machine, is that he forces objects outward with a pressure which will be made thousands of times that of the gravity. However, no such pressure could be endured by human being; but a gentle speed, a little faster mayhaps than that of merry-go-round familiar at amusement park, would quite undo pressure of gravity on body. I might add that, to pass up undue pressure on blood vessels of brain, it might be well to raise this organ slightly above level of body rather than lower it, as suggested by the physician.

HELLO TO YOU MY READER!


Li-Hua, Fang-Hua, Mei-Zhen, Chu-Hua, and Da-Xia (now all gone home)

Yes this is splendid news is it not? Metody is back here with you once more. I know where it is you thinks, such as- ‘This fellow he is here, there and then not here again!’
For this let me apologise, as Metody was once again in trouble with the British policeman. You will remember yes that Metody he drive with fine Volkswagen van to help anyone with ‘Logistics’ or so to say, help move stuff? Well everything is wery nice and Metody earns quite a lot of money I think, considering Britain is fucked up. But here this is where it begins to go wrong for me.
Last August, wery important businessman in Llanelli Mr. Schofield ask Metody if he will pick up five ladies, from Cardiff docks, who is going to work in his club as for dancing. He offers Metody a wery nice deal for picking up these ladies, from ship that sail from Douala in Cameroon.
Metody meets with them and imagine his surprise when they is not black women but is Chinese women, it is showing how bad education is with Poland, as he is not knowing there is Chinese there in Africa, the same as Red Indians in America as well as Birmingham I think.
Anyway all is fine, even though four of ladies is not looking so happy, and one is being wery tired. Metody understands what is like to be away from home so does not ask if ladies miss home and family, and besides there is wery good takeaway for Chinese in Llanelli, so he thinks it will not be so bad for them. So ladies are on van, and Metody he drives along M4 back to Llanelli, when next thing he sees blue flashing light, and yes it is policeman and policewoman.
To cut story short it is that the ladies has no work permit (unlike Metody) but is also not even knowing that they are not still in Cameroon, even though it is quite cold that day. Metody try to explain to police that Mr. Schofield say ladies are just to work in bar in Llanelli, that this is same as fair trade coffee! But it does not go so well, and all is to cock. Police say Metody is sex slaver!! Police is racialists and cal Metody Borat! Metod tired of hearing on Borat. This fellow Sasha Alan Coren makes crude stereotyping of Eastern European for cheap laugh. Pole does not drinking horse urine. Horse urine is waste product and all is good for is make back hair soft on woman.

Anyway Metody held until trial, which was yesterday, but Metody get off as jury think that was what in legal parlance is known as ‘dupe’ and indeed is not sex slaver. However Mr. Schofield it seem is wery much so, and he is to be locked up on his own say newspapers.
When Metody get out however, he find van is impounded by policemen, as they is saying is not safe or road-worthy for anyone to be driving, and they will crush him.
Metody however is bouncing like ball, and has now another job given to him by man that was met in Swansea jail. Metody now work as costermonger in market in Swansea, selling oranges and onion to wives, and is sleeping in a makeshift den in woodland near the Jack Nicklaus golf course development in Llanelli, all is fine.

Polish Anglers (from Daily Mail)


By Mrs. Helen Dowd

15th August 2009

Eastern Europeans Gypsies have been banned from fishing at a lake – after the site owner claimed they were stealing his stock. Farmer Adolfus Evans charges anglers £7 a day at his four-acre lake, which is stocked with pounds worth of carp, tench, roach and bream. Anglers are permitted to keep two of the fish they catch per day from open waters – but many private fisheries, such as Mr Evans’s, bar them from taking any. Mr Evans, 71, of Führer Farm Fisheries in Launton, Oxfordshire, said that there are normally 18 fish in his lake but that 6 have been stolen by these eastern European anglers.

A month ago he erected a large hand-made sign reading: ‘No Pole Bastards or Eastern European Gypo fishers allowed.’ Since then he claims that he has not caught anybody stealing his fish. He said: ‘I’ve found packs of Poles eating a fish. I’ve been catching them red-handed and have seen them on my CCTV leaving with another fish.

‘I’ve also caught them using gypsy talismans, which can kill a normal size Englishman.

‘The eastern Europeans tend to fish in groups, not alone, and I caught one pack laughing, pointing and speaking Romany. I told them it wasn’t allowed and one guy tried to hoodo me.

‘That was a month ago, and it was then I decided to ban them. Since then they haven’t been back but my water has turned purple.’

An Environment Agency spokesman said anyone doing hoodos could be prosecuted. But Thames Valley Police said no thefts from Mr Evans’s lake had been reported. A spokesman for the Equality and Human Rights Commission said: ‘It is unlawful to be refused a service – or not to be given the same standard of service extended to others – on grounds of race.

Comments: Here's what Mail readers have had to say so far. Why not add your thoughts.

I would suspect that Mr Adolf Evans has not reported the thefts to the police because he knows that they won't do anything about it. I suspect he can expect them to turn up and arrest him for being white though.

Typical of the EHRC to stick their oar in, perhaps they should be reminded that it is unlawful for tinkers and the like to own property without permission. Apart from that who says he's denying them a service because of race, the way I see it he's denying a service because all foreigners are criminals. And angling is hardly a service.

- Phil, Clartherton, UK., 16/8/2009 09:05

Its happening all over the country. In my hometown they, being Polish/Eastern Europeans, are catching and eating in vast numbers pike, crows and cows from the fields. The staff from the River Authority try their best but would you approach a group of dirty men stealing whilst of your own! Something needs to be done.

- Lieghton Knight, UK, 16/8/2009 08:57

I see the human rights brigade have put their ten pence in at the bottom of the story, it is also wrong of the eastern lot to eat our fish a fact elf and safety seem to have forgot.

- Jack, Durham, 16/8/2009 08:56

The EHRC may be right but surely the rights are suspended when the individuals are in breach of rules that apply to that type. We all have the right to free speech but not these Poles, or whoever they are, they knew that they were in breach of the rules and chose to disregard them. Hang them end of story.

The farmer is well within his rights to ban a ‘particular group’ because of constant "theft" of fish. It is the same as shops banning blacks or banks banning people who wear skull caps. The guy is trying to protect his assets from the criminal and feckless members of society and good luck to him.

- Poilce Sgt Podge, Bolton, 16/8/2009 08:43

GOD GIVE US STRENGTH


My heart is with Abdelbaset Ali Mohmed Megrahi, who has the terminal prostate cancer, and whose condition has taken a "significant turn for the worse" in recent weeks. Metody only is hoping that the grace of God who looked down so mercifully on spiv Ernest Saunders who was suffering from pre-senile dementia is with Megrahi likewise. Ernest whose brain was abnormally small for man his age, was showing shrinkage of the type normally associate with disease. Who thanks be to God a few weeks later, was released, him having served only 10 months of sentence. Five years on Ernest made recovery so miraculous that then he headed consortium bid for Queen's Park Rangers, football team he first sponsored while chief executive of Guinness.
So too Grand Train robber Mr. Bigg have dismissed suggestions that his ill health was part of a con to get him freed from prison on compassionate grounds. Mr. Bigg also hit out at claims that his condition improve after his release last week.
In exclusive interview with the Standard, Mr. Bigg say: "The thought that I’ve been pretending to be nearly dead with pneumonia, spending hours trying to ingest food through a tube for the last few years, and then suddenly rising, Lazarus-like, from my sickbed to live the life of Riley, is both dastardly and very hurtful."
Mr. Bigg, will return home from hospital early next week, he revealed. He hoped that he would be discharged in afternoon but doctor say no and insist on further tests before he travel from Norfolk and Norwich University Hospital to Dorchester Hotel.
Mr. Bigg he say: "I remain a very sick man who is entering the last chapter of his life. I cannot walk, talk, eat or do anything unaided apart from smile and be happy.
"I am, imprisoned in my own body as securely as when exiled in Rio de Janeiro. The only difference is that now I am legally free, I’m happier at having served my time and therefore have greater emotional and physical resources to fight the illness. If I had stayed in the prison, I'm sure I would be not so fucking cock a’hoop."

As Metody always say prison not about revenge, but for place to get in touch with feminine side.

IT IS LONG TIME


METODY LOGISTICS

Yes Metody is away now over one year. Police always have same old story of no being no. Still Swansea jail is wery good, and Metody had good view of sea, and refinery.

Metody no longer pack meat for job. Now Metody own van for LOGISTICS. Metody is own boss, and who knows where his road will lead him. Also now live in fine van, so need for caravan.

BIRTHDAY BOY!


(Mama and her two sisters Aunt Danuta, and Aunt Weronika)

Tomorrow is being Metody's birthday, and it is a Friday! So Metody and his friend will be able to go drinking in Llanelli's Thomas Pepper nightclub, and then to pick up with maybe two women to take back to Theodot's caravan. As it is birthday we will have the parafin heater to put on before we go out so that caravan is hot for when we return with the women! Women do like heat, and are more likely to take off their blouse if they are sweating.

Yes it is forty three years since Mama give birth to Metody on floor of kitchen. The time it is flown! Where is all those people?