He's not the guy who lost his notebook with everyone's addresses and names of grasses is he? Caused 3 deaths and umpteen houses to get shot up that did.
https://www.mylondon.news/news/south-london-news/they-still-roaming-streets-dads-24116526 They are still roaming the streets': Dad's heartbreak after son, 17, stabbed by gang of 6 and 'left to die alone' in Bromley park
https://www.mylondon.news/news/west-london-news/belvue-park-live-updates-after-24211769 Belvue Park live: Updates after man found on fire dies in Northolt park
https://www.mylondon.news/news/east-london-news/tower-hamlets-stabbing-man-rushed-24226831 Tower Hamlets stabbing: Man rushed to hospital with slash injuries after fight in Sainsbury's
https://www.mylondon.news/news/tottenham-stabbing-boy-17-found-24230561 Tottenham stabbing: Boy, 17, found on North London bus after being stabbed
Aye, but have you noticed how many murder victims seem to be killed when camping? Makes you think and no mistake. please log in to view this image
I got an advert in my emails about holiday breaks in Scotland, and there was a lovely picture of a massive Castle. In the small print, it described 'the delightful canvass cottages'. So it's a tent in their backyard then? Full credit to the advertising team though.
I hear people telling me all the time that Scotland is a fantastic place to have a holiday. No it isn't. I live here. It's ****. That's why we all go abroad every chance we get. TBF, because of lockdown last year, I spent a week's holiday in a Scottish fishing town. Lovely place. Lovely accommodation. Terrific amenities and people. Excellent local restaurants cooking the day's catch. Bored out of my skull after two days because all there is to do is look at the fantastic vistas or walk for miles to look at another fantastic vista. Ended up spending most of our days in the boozer. I coulda done that at home.
Did you buy a wee Nessie fridge magnet and some shortbread to take home with you? I was once staying in the Highlands, and a group of bikers from near Glasgow came in to the pub. One of them was on the phone to his mother in Glasgow, and in al seriousness he asked her 'what time is it where you are mammy?' Luckily the bikers were good sorts and took my guffawing in good spirit.