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or we just don't get caught?
I bet you're a Dexter style Serial Killer!
or we just don't get caught?
He did, I reckon. Before he became a DJ, he was a bouncer and nightclub enforcer. Probably did a few nasty things, had criminal connections.If Saville's crimes are a result of brain traumas then must have spent most of his life getting smacked around the head. I prefer to think that he was just an evil bastard who knew exactly what he was doing.
Last person who tapped my head had to give me a house.When you tap your head, do you hear a hollow sound?
Sorry, couldn't resist:Think it through. You can carry much more piss that way.
In fact with a little planning you can collect it for a while beforehand. Gives your product a rich and pungent lingering quality.
FAR more satisfying than a straightforward pants-drop job, and easier to deliver without being apprehended.
Yup so I'm hiring one of these -
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As the old sayings go 'you reap what you sow', and my personal favourite 'karma's a bitch'Dreadful story CJ. My friend at Uni had a similar father who physically abused him all his life, until the age of 16 when friend took a cricket bat to his father and beat the living daylights out of him. Crippled his fingers for life together with his knees. The guy had to walk with a stick thereafter, which was difficult with severely damaged hands. Father cowered whenever he saw his son after that and would leave the house when his friends came round. I abhor violence but just sometimes it can solve something.
Yup, for sure. That man grievously beat his son; he taught him violence and got it back. Good show, say I.As the old sayings go 'you reap what you sow', and my personal favourite 'karma's a bitch'
There is a case in court in France currently.Yup, for sure. That man grievously beat his son; he taught him violence and got it back. Good show, say I.
Reminds me of the women who live with abusive men for years and then suddenly turn and kill them. Violence is wrong blah blah blah but everyone has a breaking point.
Hadn't heard of that. What a terrible business.There is a case in court in France currently.
"The trial has started in the case of a French woman who shot dead a man she says abused her years - first as her stepfather then later as her husband.
Valerie Bacot was just 12 when Daniel Polette began raping her. He was jailed but later returned to the family home and allegedly resumed the abuse.
She alleges he forced her to marry him and fathered her four children."
https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-57553692
As a society we have become somewhat hide bound about children and keeping them safe. Absolutely understandable given the lurid stories coming out every day.Very sensible. Run away, Swifty!
I abhor violence but just sometimes it can solve something.
A touch 'Norman Bates'"After his mother’s death he spent five days with her body before the funeral and claimed it was the happiest time of his life, when quizzed by Dr Clare Savile claims that in those days she was “all mine”."
https://www.channel4.com/news/how-jimmy-savile-revealed-all-in-the-psychiatrists-chair
You know...that's really normal isn't it...
A touch 'Norman Bates'
<shudder>I don't even want to think about those five days.
Filthy bxstard.
<shudder>
I don't even want to think about those five days.
Filthy bxstard.
I was mucking about with a neighbour as a teenager .. he died a few years later but anyway there was a lawn chair that had had the cover removed. I sat inside the frame then fell backwards (Barton Bowles club) and 'cracked' the back of my head. His Mum was in charge that day so she rushed me to Barton Under Needwood Cottage Hospital, Wyn .. ironically my Mum's going to be buried next to her when we're all allowed .. the nurse shaved the back of my head and stitched me up and I kept the stiches .. my Mum took a polaroid of the back of my head but I'm not sure where that is now ..Yes, this is bad. I was in a cafe in Thailand once when a very large man fell backwards on his chair.The back of his head hit the conrete floor first. The thud/splat noise was something I will never forget. He did not get up again. Horrid.
'cracked' the back of my head.
I think that's the top and tail of itBUT...the absolutely chilling and fascinating thing was that he said that on primetime national telelvison without a care in the world.
He clearly got off by being very open and public about his vileness. Exposing it to everyone. Daring them to think and imagine...knowing he was bulletproof. This clearly excited him. Quite possibly more than the acts themselves.
He pushed and pushed and pushed.
I think that's the top and tail of it
.. my Mum took a polaroid of the back of my head but I'm not sure where that is now ..
Oh I see .. it's take the piss oclock already? .. (lol)lt’s the side opposite the one with the nose on it.
You’re welcome.
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Oh I see .. it's take the piss oclock already? .. (lol)
Good on yer Ma and bless her for taking good care of you.I was mucking about with a neighbour as a teenager .. he died a few years later but anyway there was a lawn chair that had had the cover removed. I sat inside the frame then fell backwards (Barton Bowles club) and 'cracked' the back of my head. His Mum was in charge that day so she rushed me to Barton Under Needwood Cottage Hospital, Wyn .. ironically my Mum's going to be buried next to her when we're all allowed .. the nurse shaved the back of my head and stitched me up and I kept the stiches .. my Mum took a polaroid of the back of my head but I'm not sure where that is now ..
He might not've been despoiling her corpse. Some people do still keep the body of their loved one in their home until the funeral.I really think it is.
Please allow me to be vile in an attempt to express this as horrifically as probably was the case.
Imagine being as sick and twisted he was. Then imagine fxcking your mother's corpse. Then imaging going on mainstream primetime British television and effectively telling the whole country that. Just saying it, telling them. Saying, "she was all mine". Imagine how much this got him off. Madness.
As a society we have become somewhat hide bound about children and keeping them safe. Absolutely understandable given the lurid stories coming out every day.
I had a bit of an awkward moment 2 weekends ago at a tourist village. Standing outside a shop waiting for MsPetes to come out, a girl of about 8 or 9 standing alone nearby suddenly struck up a conversation with me. She was incredibly well spoken and very excited that she had just filmed an exotic car driving past and insisted on showing me the results on her ipad, standing really close and chattering away. Looks round expecting father to storm up to me, demanding to know what a weird old git was doing with his daughter. Fortunately, MsPetes came out and took over the conversation about cars. Father come out of shop and struck up a short conversation about daughter's car fixation.
Two things struck me. Firstly how the interaction with the girl could have lead to a confrontation and secondly, father's laid back reaction to both leaving his daughter outside and holding what was an incredibly expensive ipad and the fact that she had been in conversation with total strangers. Maybe I have just become too safety conscious as I get older.
Especially Saville who, yeah, probably was up to summat.
That sounds really lovely. It used to be done here (UK of course) but is rare now.Its very popular in Ireland for the body to be kept in the house at least overnight before the burial. My Dad's body was in the family home for 3 nights (Because he died at home just before Christmas Day). I can see how it would creep some people out but on Christmas morning it was kind of nice to have an hour with him (so to speak) when every one else was gone to mass. He used to listen to Lyric FM every day so I put it on and sat with him one last time.
Its very popular in Ireland for the body to be kept in the house at least overnight before the burial. My Dad's body was in the family home for 3 nights (Because he died at home just before Christmas Day). I can see how it would creep some people out but on Christmas morning it was kind of nice to have an hour with him (so to speak) when every one else was gone to mass. He used to listen to Lyric FM every day so I put it on and sat with him one last time.
My father-in-laws coffin was in the house for the night before his funeral, my ex-wifes family were Irish CatholicsThat sounds really lovely. It used to be done here (UK of course) but is rare now.
I sometimes bike or walk past a terraced house across town where my mother's family lived.
Ma had a little sister who died very young and was laid out, all in white, in the front room of the house.
She was so beautiful in death that people came for miles to look and commiserate.
I sometimes wonder if the current owners know about it.