As If To Prove A Point - Someone is Barbecuing Old Socks!

Yes, it has happened.  Just a few hours after I wrote about Barbecue Season, some fool in the village is barbecuing sweaty socks; that's what it smells like.  You know the smell of a damp tea towel that's been left somewhere and the part of it that is still wet because it's rolled up somewhere and been forgotten - it's just like that; that and mouldy festering socks.  It is the most revolting smell I have ever come across, it is barbecue because there is a small waft of meat cooking on the top of this awful stink; perhaps those 'cooking' whatever it is can't smell their own stink but in this village they don't care about that.  In this village, it's the 'me first brigade' that has the upper hand, mainly because the powers that be usually have 'no-one available to help,' so knowing they can behave as they like; they carry on doing so.  It used to be the quaint, quintessential quiet Kentish country village.  How places can change practically overnight because of the mindless morons who think it is their right to inflict anti social behaviour on the quiet, law abiding majority.  Ten years ago (when we came here) this village had NO antisocial behaviour of any sort.  Now though it's going the way of the sink estate complete with all the anti-social idiots, their idiot offspring (the apple doesn't fall far from the tree etc) and the (owah owah anyone?) behaviour they bring. 

I want my village back the way it was before the mindless morons moved in but for now I have to contend with this foul stink (and it IS very foul) - Heaven alone knows what the meat is but that doesn't smell very appetising.  See, I told you that the VI''s would be out in droves, it's barely spring and they're out.  Betcha tomorrow we have even more, which reminds me of a certain family we have here who have barbecues in the pouring rain, even in thunderstorms!   Also tonight and tomorrow night we are blessed with the curse of the 2 local pubs, who are a fair way away, treating us to their 'live' caterwailing (sorry, music) which goes on until 2am and later as the idiots who have consumed their own body weight in alcohol pick a fight with a lamp post on their way home, lose the fight and then vomit all over the floor as if in protest.  Disgusted yet? Are you? Try living here with no means of getting out and you'll not only be disgusted, you'll be downright angry that these morons have no self respect and so have no respect for the rights of others to be fast asleep by 2am but can't because of these morons being so loud and raucous at that time of the morning.  Don't suggest getting the local council involved as they don't want to know, neither does my Conservative MP who did his level best to pass the buck in the hope that it would go away.  They don't want my vote in the local elections or the general election obviously because they're not getting it.  Neither are the lot that's in now, all they have done is let the country be over-run to the point that Britain is now full.  Rudy Guiliani where are you when we need you???

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