I WANT MY GATE BACK
I am not writing this to you as the hate-filled boy bursting with anger like I previously have; I am writing this to you as a victim of crime. And what should every victim of crime immediately do? Phone the police for assistance. Well this is what I once thought; the reality of the matter was somewhat different. Who are the police to define what an emergency is and what isn’t? I phoned them up feeling targeted, vulnerable and seeking help. And what did I get in reply? Passed from operator to operator, mocked, and then fobbed of with a crime reference number. What fucking use is a crime reference number? This isn’t going to track down the criminals behind these feelings of saddened desperation or stand up in court whilst justice is prevailed. Whatever happened to real policing? Dusting for finger prints, door-to-do enquires, you know, all that CSI:Miami shit. Horatio Caine wouldn’t have given me a fucking crime reference number; he would have tracked down these mother fucking parasites down that stole my back gate!! Yes, upon coming home from a lovely evening away on Sunday I stood in disbelief as I discovered someone had specifically targeted my house, disrupted my happy little existence and stole my fucking back gate! Since the police didn’t care I quickly e-mailed over a very accurate and detailed account of the crime to my letting agency in the desperate hope they’ll come to my immediate assistance. And after moaning on for one whole fucking A4 page about how somebody had specifically targeted one of their properties and put their criminal mastermind plan into action and stolen the gate, the possible danger and hostage type situation myself and fellow housemates could have been put in if home during the time of theft, the constant fear that the Fallowfield-Gate-Thief will return, and how the property now looks like some poverty stricken council house squat. And what do these fucking imbeciles reply with? “I’ll send someone around to look at the gate”. LOOK AT WHAT IT’S BEEN FUCKING STOLEN!!!!!!!
It’s now been 4 days since the theft took place. The police haven’t been in touch about locating my gate, the letting agency haven’t been in touch about fitting a new gate, I still live in fear the fallowfield-gate-thief will return; and worst of all, my irrational fear that people will now see my back yard as an area open to the public to come and please as they wish as there is no longer a gate to set these boundaries has come true! Literally just this very afternoon my housemate Dale was disrupted from his busy afternoon of lying in bed streaming crap American sitcoms by a noise coming from the backyard, and what did he discover as he peered down from his window? A large smashed up television by our back door and two chaps running away down the back alley!!!! And if this blatant act of trespassing and illegal fly tipping wasn’t bad enough around an hour later Dale was once again disturbed by similar noises, and this time as he peered down the same two chaps were now placing a broken TV cabinet in my backyard, by my backdoor under the television they’d previously dumped all because there was no back gate to stop them from doing so!!!!!! I wouldn’t be surprised if I wake up in the morning and find a fucking family of Gypsies setting up camp there!!!
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