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Monday, October 26, 2009

Saxondale the follow up album
One day an innocent decided that he need a new power supply for his PC. So he set of down the hill to Brunswick dock to buy one.
On the way back, at the end of Windsor street was a collection of Merseyside vilest gang aka Merseyside Police, this particular platoon was headed up by pint size trooper Owen. They seemed most interested in the innocent and kept looking at the CCTV camera at the bottom of Parliament Street. Eventually they drove off.
Later in a local watering hole the innocent was enjoying a pint after fitting the PSU. Across from him sat Saxondale. Then in walked the bitch Julie and without noticing him, she said to Saxondale "We got him", Saxondale duly pointed to the innocent and when Julie turned around to see him, her face did drop and she scurried of to see Lenny, the person she is currently parasitizing, a man who is a school caretaker on Windsor street, and we all know that school caretaker are very dodgy in a sexual manner. What are the similarities with the Back Canning Street incident?
When several years latter the innocent made reference to this incident to Carla she nearly shat herself and ran off to tell Julie, who told Lenny and with his evil little mate Phil Doran they started threatening to cut the innocents throat.
Now you will note from the picture of Carla, that she is walking, though of course she is claiming Disability Living allowance, claiming she has rheumatoid arthritis. Mind you she seems to manage to perform with a band and always has enough money for drinks and lots of spliffs. Perhaps she is disabled but perhaps it is more care in the community than anything else.
That much stupidity, madness viciousness in one place is a dangerous brew, should really get an ASBO against the lot preventing them from associating together, that should include Gerry Dolan.
One day I walked into a local Pub and there was Gerry Dolan at the bar, so we started to chat, if I remember rightly he was doing his no ones has every explained that to me and his over sincere act and getting me to regurgitate o'level physics about electricity. About half way through my explanation someone came and stood behind me and lent over the bar but no Gerry didn't notice them, at the end of my little speech. I stood up and Gerry caught a view of the man, and his face went like Carla's and he nearly shat himself. I made my excuses and left, somewhat bemused. Sometime latter I discovered that the man was a cop and not just a plod, so why did Jerry shit himself? What had he done or who had he tried to set up?
Let us not forget Carla's familiar scots Dave.