I see that fine upstanding, law abiding poor picked on British athlete has been found guilty.

You have no idea how many thimes they may have been stopped before for no reason other than being black and driving an expensive car.
If it happened to me too many times, I'd start to get a bit irate each time.
I don't care, they were acting like a pair of entitled shop fronts instead of showing some respect to the police officers who were trying their best.
 
but I think you know that is Boll@x.
Because you think something is Boll@x does not make it so, nor is there any basis for assuming everyone agrees with you. :rolleyes:

Here we have a driver who already had 11 pts on her license.
Do we know what these were for? Were they all deserved, or was there any prejudice involved? We know that the UK justice system as a whole is institutionally racist. We also know that the Met Police is institutionally racist.
We don't know any of the history between the person and the police or her relatives and friends.
Unless you have other information.

Realises one more is a ban and chooses to hope the NIP will go away or expire (they are time limited). Carries on ignoring 2 further NIPs and still takes no action.
I fully agree it was a mistaken course of action. But we don't know her reasons for that action. I'm merely suggesting that her previous encounters with the police may have had an influence on that choice.
It's a well know sequence of events: someone is unfairly treated by say an organisation. That organisation continues its unfair treatment based on the lack of cooperation from that individual which was motivated by their anger at being treated unfairly. It becomes a donward spiral. But it's usually the victim that has to break out of that spiral. The organisation has no motivation to do so, especially if and when it is an institutionally racist organisation.


Are you seriously suggesting she ignored the NIPs because she distrusts the justice system? if that was the case, she could have presented it to the magistrate as mitigation.
I'm sure it is a reason why people who consider themselves treated unfairly react as they do. As I said above it's the responsibility of the victim to accept the unfair treatment and breakout of the downward spiral. Some people, especially those who are comeptitively minded, to do that.
It's why the assumption of guilt, by the privileged, becomes self-fulfilling.

I don't suppose for one minute that the magistrates would considfer it as a fair mitigation for not abiding by the requests for information.
 
The Beckton Sewage works kicks up a right old stink. The sewage works and the local dump practically surround a shopping complex called 'Gallions reach'. Locals call it Gallions retch. It ****ing absolutely stinks of **** over there. You have to hold your breath from the car to the shops yet people still buy food from the burger van and sit outside and eat!

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That's quality :D

"Budget meals"
"Masala Bazaar"
"German Doner Kebab"
"Thames Cafe"

and a Nando's


:D
 
That's quality :D

"Budget meals"
"Masala Bazaar"
"German Doner Kebab"
"Thames Cafe"

and a Nando's


:D
As a young labourer, we used to regularly do maintenance work at a local dairy farm. Around the milking parlour and the cows' route in and out, was always covered in shít. This would be scraped down to the muck lagoon using a rubber squeegee on a tractor. So there was always the smell of 'animals' in the air. Never have I generated such a strong appetite for my snap, as I did when working at that dairy farm.

I've rodded many an inspection chamber and been amongst some foul smells at work. Never bothered me.

However, a large lady once asked to use a women's' loo cubicle I was tiling. No problem, I'll pop next door and have a loo break myself. The smell that greeted me when I returned, I can only describe as not of this world. I had to take measures before returning to work in there to prevent me from gagging. I'm sure it was the oxygen depletion that was upsetting my stomach.
 
The Beckton Sewage works kicks up a right old stink. The sewage works and the local dump practically surround a shopping complex called 'Gallions reach'. Locals call it Gallions retch. It ****ing absolutely stinks of **** over there. You have to hold your breath from the car to the shops yet people still buy food from the burger van and sit outside and eat!

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The German donor kebab says: German Doner Kebab is revolutionising the kebab in the UK, bringing a fresh, high-quality taste sensation

I dont think they will use your Google Earth image on their website….

 
If the Police officers made a mistake, it was probably based on thier bigotry.
It didn't skurer (sic) the truth, it invented an alternative reality. :rolleyes:

How would you know, if you where not there?
 
As a young labourer, we used to regularly do maintenance work at a local dairy farm. Around the milking parlour and the cows' route in and out, was always covered in shít. This would be scraped down to the muck lagoon using a rubber squeegee on a tractor. So there was always the smell of 'animals' in the air. Never have I generated such a strong appetite for my snap, as I did when working at that dairy farm.

I've rodded many an inspection chamber and been amongst some foul smells at work. Never bothered me.

However, a large lady once asked to use a women's' loo cubicle I was tiling. No problem, I'll pop next door and have a loo break myself. The smell that greeted me when I returned, I can only describe as not of this world. I had to take measures before returning to work in there to prevent me from gagging. I'm sure it was the oxygen depletion that was upsetting my stomach.
We were working in the staff toilets in a library , a large Canadian lady on a job swap thingy came in, "no need to leave guys" so we carried on until she emitted a huge fart, brew time!
 
As a young labourer, we used to regularly do maintenance work at a local dairy farm. Around the milking parlour and the cows' route in and out, was always covered in shít. This would be scraped down to the muck lagoon using a rubber squeegee on a tractor. So there was always the smell of 'animals' in the air. Never have I generated such a strong appetite for my snap, as I did when working at that dairy farm.

I've rodded many an inspection chamber and been amongst some foul smells at work. Never bothered me.

However, a large lady once asked to use a women's' loo cubicle I was tiling. No problem, I'll pop next door and have a loo break myself. The smell that greeted me when I returned, I can only describe as not of this world. I had to take measures before returning to work in there to prevent me from gagging. I'm sure it was the oxygen depletion that was upsetting my stomach.

I spent a few weeks or more working in a dairy on the kibbutz in Northern Israel. Large herd so it was all electronic milking machines, just had to walk them in, plug 'em in, suck it out, un plug em, kick them out and bring the next lot in. Piece of cake although the hours were a little antisocial. First few days I found the smell unbearable, but after a week or so, I found it almost pleasant.

Different story with chicken s**t, never got used to that.
 
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