Punch the fella who told you and tell him to pass it on to his mate.

no hammer?!

Ok- hit your workmate with a hammer and tell him when he comes out of hospital he should do the same to his pal.

Maybe my memory is playing tricks but I'm sure when I was a kid there were Street Wardens, although their job I believe was to catch truants.
I thought this was going to be a nostalgia thread. *shrug*

Every time you see one or even hear of one, nut the damned bounder, even if he's the one who told you he once spoke to one. Scummy, skiving, leeching, high-vis wearing fookin' waste of space, interfering, useless, talentless, tossin' tossers. What's the qualification for that job?

Do you like getting on peoples tits for no reason??

Yes

Right you're in. Here's 25K of the tax payers money. Get out there and be obnoxious. Pick your list of hiding places up at reception. Repeat after me...'I've already started writing the ticket.'

Kev : 'I've already drawn my leg back........'

I'd rather see more dogshit on the streets than these waankerrs

Heres a loid street warden


Feel free to print & throw darts

Kev, you missed out page five from the handbook.

"Don't forget to look serious, have no banter whatsoever, and be completely belligerent at all times when dealing with your victi....erm I mean the public"

I wrapped a broken bottle in page five and shoved it right up his ar............

what the feck is everybodies problem with street wardens like they've got a job to do and they are hopefully getting off there arses and doing it. ive got a lot more respect for any one doing a job (even if it is a shit one) than most of the lazy buggers lying around all day sponging off the state

Yeah but I've got more time for lazy buggers lying around sponging off the state than I have for horse slashers and con-men who prey on pensioners. It's all relevant innit.

You choose your side of the fence and then expect the shit that comes over it.

any shit comes into my garden and god help them

I have every sympathy with that Northumberland farmer who spread sh-ite all over the local council offices.
And every sympathy with that landowner who shot an officious council twat on his land.
And ..............etc

I was in the No Rarfs the night we got relegated. I was kidnapped by a serial killer and his wife. Being extremely pissed at the time, they made me go their house and drink whisky until 3 am and listen to Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine. I am still traumatised.

I might turn up and spray liquid manure on the No Rarfs Arms in a bid to recover my sensibilities.......

what ever happened to him he must of surely been in for a 10-15 stretch now