On Fri, 25 Jun 2010 06:24:42 -0700 (PDT), "
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On Jun 25, 9:46*am, David Hansen
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Telling them that there is someone with a camera seems to work well.

The other one, possibly just a rural joke, is to tell them that they
need not bother any more, as one has now shot the intruders they
didn't have anyone available to deal with.


My uncle had a break in at his electrical goods shop a few years back,
and a number of things stolen. Discovered and reported during a
Saturday night, minutes after the theft. Initially the police didn't
even want to take a report over the phone and suggested he called back
during office hours on Monday and they _might_ send someone out. He
then said, truthfully, "I think they've taken my gun". The officers
in the two cars that appeared on the scene 10 minutes later were less
than impressed to find out it was an non-operational air rifle he'd
been planning to repair in the workshop.

How "unimpressed" would they have been if the scrote pointed the gun
at them when they stopped him/her down the road later on ?

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Ian Jelf wrote:

In message , David Jackson
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The message
from Graeme contains these words:

The Barron-Knights song The Chapel*Lead Was Missing would seem
appropriate.

I'll get my cassock...

Nah! You're not surplice to requirements - yet.

I suppose it was incumbent on someone to start this sort of thread?

Let's pray it doesn't get out of hand.

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Ian Jelf wrote in article

David Hansen writes

The other one, possibly just a rural joke, is to tell them that they
need not bother any more, as one has now shot the intruders they
didn't have anyone available to deal with.

I suppose that *is* an urban myth? I was told that it happened near

Cheltenham.......

It's a American legend as well.

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Mike D

On 24 June, 03:50, Charles Ellson wrote:
On Wed, 23 Jun 2010 23:40:01 +0100, Tom Barry
wrote:

Denis McMahon wrote:

And you know it was "Pikeys" (whatever they are) how exactly?

Yes, that annoys me too - what's wrong with 'criminals', 'thieves' or
'anti-social greedy selfish *******s who don't give a toss about
inconveniencing the public'?

The reason they are called pikeys is that pikemen were the original
cannon-fodder endowed with allegedly less brain than Paddington, a
collective form of village idiot. Such people (of whatever racial or
national origin) tend not to think of themselves never mind others so
occasionally put their axes through live high-voltage cables with
predictable consequences. The real criminals and selfish greedy
*******s are the dodgy scrap dealers who pay them silly prices and
make their own fat profit.

After we caught some pikeys stealing Marston panels at the back of St
Philips Marsh 3 years ago, as BTP officers, (who were on the scene
within 5 minutes) took the miscreant I had hold of away one of the
staff nearby made a comment about pikey parasites. One of the officers
with a smile said that we were no longer allowed to call them that. We
are however allowed to call them, 1. Caravan Utilising Nomadic
Travellers, which can be shortened to the initials, or 2. Stills,
because they are still pikeys. The simple fact is that while it is
rare to find gypsies falling foul of the law, travellers, or pikeys,
make their living by stealing and preying on the vulnerable, indeed
they often drive gypsies away from sites and it's a great shame that
gypsies suffer from being confused with the traveller population.
Travellers do have some quaint little traditions. If they burgle a
house it's considered polite to leave a fresh human turd on the dining
table. This practice started to wain as more DNA samples were
obtained. Now they will urinate all over the bed as DNA is harder to
extract. Also worth checking the base of your gateposts. Small
symbols with shapes contained therein are sometimes put just above
ground level to inform other pikeys if the house is worth burgling,
has easy access, old people or dogs therein. A gypsy will be proud of
his family name and ancestry, a pikey will have about 15 aliases. It
took the work of a few specialist intelligence officers in the UK to
track their movements and their phone numbers were always kept handy
by us if we happened across some in the course of their activities.
The best one for me was an LIO in Essex with whose help I was able to
ascertain that the man I had in the cells in Oxford and had given me
three names and dates of birth was in fact wanted in Yorkshire for
attempted murder and rape under two more aliases. Nice character, he
had just forced an old boy to pay thousands to repair two roof slates.
We got him as he marched the old boy into his bank thanks to an alert
neighbour.
The pikey mentality is simple, and this comes from interviewing them
over the years, they see themselves as the predators, and the rest of
us are the prey. If you have it and they want it, in their eyes it
belongs to them. Try to stop them and you will suffer, or your family
will suffer, such as the farmer trying to prevent hare coursers
wrecking his crops. The barn gets burnt down and he gets told it's the
house next.
Round them all up with their caravans, and create an artificial reef
with them somewhere.