Another Southwark Parking Irregularity

Here it is, from the website of Southwark Council:

Vehicle removal charge of £200

That's from their website. See previous post to compare.

If anyone parks their car around Burgess Park on Saturday, I reckon Southwark Council would lose in a court without much effort from the 'keeper'.

I did.

That was when I was quoted fines at two different rates, and I had enough patience to take the process through to the time I had to talk to a Human in New Zealand House. Those inhumans ran away back to Peckham Road.

Official Document

Here's Southwark Council's notification of parking restrictions. Hateful inhuman amateurs!

It wouldn't hurt if what it stated was;
a. reasonable,
b. polite,
c. in the official English language, or
d. with regard to some helpful explanation.

I had to

a. guess what The Mix was,
b. work out what was the subject of the first sentence,
c. work out what it was that was refered to as 'these streets',
d. work out where Southwark Car Pound is (just in case...),
e. be so shocked into doing the right thing that I comply totally, then
f. discover that a local street is missing from the list.

THIS IS AN OFFICIAL DOCUMENT SUPPLIED BY SOUTHWARK COUNCIL. WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE? THEY ARE INCOMPETENT IN DEALING WITH HUMANS.

Obviously my mistake

Anyway, it turns out that I took the threats and hate completely wrong. The flyer that was pasted to my car wasn't for me at all. I don't have to fork out £260 plus £40 per day while I try to find out who stole my car.

Who do they think they are?

Apparently, so I'm told, the poor guy paid to do the pasting of hate mail on cars was hating his employers. Go figure, you town-hallies.

So who was the flyer of hate for?

I'll take a photiegraph of it to show how not to inform people of something out of the ordinary.

I love Southwark

I love the way I am threatened, mentally tortured, and subverted in so many ways by Southwark Council. I love the way that their aggression appears without warning or explanation, swiftly and silently. I love their sense of power over the people. I love to hate their distorted patronisation of its inhabitants. I love how their mediocrity of servantship has created leaders in self-congratulation. I love how the vocal leaders are absent from us in all but noise. I love those places in Southwark where Southwark is not on the lips of those who talk. I love those people and places who care and know not of its ways. I love the blissfulness of ignorance of great minds that can live without fear of losing their freedom on the streets of Southwark. I love Southwark.

Dear Mr Justice Eady,

Although I am not a conscientious blogger, nor do I blog except as a vent for my frustrations, I do have the right to anonymity.

By my very nature, I am anonymous. I have no requirement set upon me in any circumstance to carry my identity with me as long as I have money in my pocket. I have no distinguishing features that a stranger may be able to mention my name.

In cyberspace I am infinitely more anonymous. By the internet's very nature, it is an anonymous culture. Anonymity is a God-given right that no judge can take away.

I do not wish to know the names of anyone I deal with over the world wide web. I do not wish to know the faces of my elected representatives. I do not need to know the names of all the paedophiles living in my street.

Mr Justice Eady, your judgment is vile. From my point of view I will judge you to be unhealthy. You are misinformed and I will be scrutinising you in the public domain with my voice, not online. I will be saying, vocally, things against your decisions to people I meet - I will out myself!

Mr Justice Eady, if you meet me in the street and smile, wish me a good morning, I will invite you to lunch. I wish to say to you some things, and I need for you to respond.

Yours most sincerely,

William Nicholson
London

P.S. you can find me on facebook, twitter, flickr, on the street, and other places - I've forgotten where.

Southwark Council

...have got their priorities all wrong.

There's a fricking surprise.

Outside my house there is space to park my car which for the privilege I pay merrily through the nose for. The car parking space is to be replaced by motorbike parking space - 5 metres of it. One motorbike currently uses our road to park in.

Outside my house there is decent street lighting. The street light is being replace by a brighter, less-light-polluting one, 1 metre to the south.

Go bloody-well figure. I, and everyone else, pay way too much tax. If I was any less than a standard member of society then I could get out of this drain. There are charities to help underprivileged people, asylum seekers, refugees, the homeless, the redundant, the "mentally ill". Give my well-earned money to these people. Don't give it back to me to make my place look better you anti-democratic shites.

I can not tell you how every niggle that Southwark Council causes is turning into a maddening anger. Look at the relayed mess that is Walworth Road...

I hate the police sometimes

I've just been stopped (by a policeman) whilst in a life-threatening situation.

Crossing a road (in London), a police car (red - not white, so...) swerved round the corner in front of me from the road he was travelling on onto my road, stopped in front of me when I was half-way across (a dangerous place to stop), and wound down his window (while in charge of his motor-vehicle).

"There's a red light, that means you shouldn't cross." (Very aggressive-like.)

"But you didn't have your indicator showing." (Calm.)

"A red light means don't cross." (Really aggressive now.)

"But you need a licence to be on a road." (Not the correct response, but I had to fight the agression somehow.)

He sped off at huge speddedness.

When the hell wasn't I allowed by law to cross a road? Who do these fucks think they are? This was near New Scotland Yard incidentally, around which there are strange people with scary lethal weapons wandering. Why don't the police just fuck the hell off? They really are a load of self-fulfilling fucks under nobody's jurisdiction; certainly not the public's. This country is shite for me.

How long before I'm shot? Where is the resistance to this shite?