Yesterday morning Posty arrived and provided me with some delicious bills. Just in time for August which is car tax month and car insurance month. Anyway, I left the bills unopened, as I do, on the table in the hall.
Some time later that afternoon I heard the letterbox flap again but was in the middle of something so I didn’t go down immediately. When I did look it was one of those plastic bags for a clothes collection for a charity which doesn’t exist and is being run by a load of Albanian gypsies, or something. I threw it in the bin.
About half an hour after that I heard the flap again. This time I pegged it down the stairs to see a flyer for the local Fianna Fail TD sticking into my house. I went out, saw two middle-aged chaps going down the road, door to door, posting these vile pamphlets into each house.
“Excuse me”, I said, pamphlet in hand. And they ignored me.
“EXCUSE ME”, I said louder, and they ignored me again.
“I HAVE A ‘NO JUNK MAIL‘ SIGN ON MY DOOR AND THIS IS JUNK MAIL”, I said, waving the TD’s stupid face in the air. They ignored me and continued on their way down the road.
The junk mail went into the brown bin, which is for organic material only, instead of the green bin which is for paper and that. That’ll fucking teach.
Fight the power.
Post it back to them without a stamp, Twenty. Not that it will do anything other than cheer you up for seven or eight seconds…
That’s an awful lot of cheering in one day. Not sure I could cope.
You know who the TD is so report him/her for littering. If is was an empty fag box or a starbar wrapper they put in your letterbox you would so why not a leaflet that you didn’t ask for and that you don’t want?
Oooh Oooh! Are they starting to come around?
Time to polish Betsy up, point both barrels at the letterbox, rig up my letterbox trigger device and put the ‘Post if you Dare’ sign out.
Postie knows not to post when that sign is out and a few Albanian clothes merchants are ‘acceptable collateral’.
Jaysus, are they planning an election or is your local FFer made of money?
I’m sure he or she was only telling you what his or her good friend Minister Shifty has done for the neighbourhood, on his/her recommendation of course.
Release the hounds…
Pay Carey sends me this junk mail all the time, despite the ‘no junk mail’ sticker on the letter box.
Once, on a quiet day, following in the footsteps of my prolific letter writing grandad, I wrote a letter to Mr.Carey asking him to cease and desist.
For a man who publishes and distributes calendars with his own face on them and sends out newsletters with weeks old news on them, he felt confident in his claim that none of this was junk.
And unfortunately, as I understand it, given that they don’t actually address the junk to individual residents, there’s no means we can follow to get them to stop.
I haven’t bought bin liners for years – always have plenty of the gyppo clothes bags handy.
I always send their fliers back in the post without a stamp (but with some piss).
Any chance you could put the comments connection back at the bottom of each entry? It’s a pain in the hole to have to scroll up to the top to go back down to read the comments.
Indeed Paulo, it’s the small irritants that we celebrate here, the myriad vagaries that life spews upon our unsuspecting heads that erode our quality of life and grind us down to mere paste of the men we once were.
Post No Ills.
Chase after them and egg ‘em. Or report them for littering. Choice is yours.
“Fianna Fail have gone deaf” have gone? have always been, unless you’re one of their mates (banker, developer etc)
who is your fianna fail td, twenty?
got a little drunk one night’ walking home met eamon ryan walking his dog’ i let fly with a load of fucks [green party cunt have us all fucked etc ]next day i felt i did not say enought to the cunt
Some cunt called Mulcahy
Will look at the comments thing
Comments now at top and bottom
Son of the proprietor of ‘The Phoenix’ Mulcahy?
But brutas is an honorable man!
I met Alan Dukes there recently (junction of Baggot and Ely). He was waiting for the green man. I fucked him out of it – few pints on me, of course.
The fucker fairly flew across the street when the lights changed.
Who’ll be laughing in the end though?
well kof it had to be done fuck it’ they dont give one fuck’
Conan, yes, the very same
Sit Bastard Face outside of the door when Posty’s due with some shaving cream sprayed on his face. Should scare the shit out of him. Or her. (This politically correct shit sucks.)
Take a note of the address and sign him up for shit loads of mailing lists to insure he’s inundated with thousands of useless bits of literature
better still put his name and address up here and we’ll all help by registering him for all kinds of shite.
I’m game
Buy a gun or put bastardface on steroids.
Have sudden vision of visiting Twenty, being given tea and choc mallows, and finding Bastardface to be a smaller than average Pomeranian called Fluffkin.
Aside from that, is that brown bin actually collected? We don’t have that option! I thought it was just Galway. I must go demand it. Fucking Bray Urban District Council… so much for the ‘garden of Ireland’. Illegal dump site of Ireland, more like.
FF or Alabanian clothes collectors.
Can’t resist: 1 group say they are doing something for the greater good but rob what they can whilst finding new scams to fuck you up daily and the other group are our lovable Albanian thiefs of course.
I’d vote for an Albanaian pikie before FF FG F’Labour F’Green F’anygang.
Delicious bills though, mmmmm. v good, I’m hungry now
I regularly fuck my local FF TD out of it.
But then the black car drives past my house really slowly.
“Conan, yes, the very same”
A smarmy bollox, in my opinion.
ah yes, michael mulcahy. used to be one of my local TDs too.
it took him five general elections to finally get a seat in the dail.
Sorry to be a pain but the comments connection is still only at the top of each entry. ‘tugs forelock and retreats’
No it’s not. Refresh.
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Only top on mine twenty but who gives a fuck
What about now, you horrendous bastards?
well done sir
don’t like it at the top and bottom. in the middle please (runs away)
heh
That bit about the son of the phoenix dude being a ff’er is a bit disconcerting. I keep hearing this quote in my head recently “In the end, everybody lets you down”. I think George Smiley said it.
Help save the environment, forward all your auld junk male to 16/17 Suffolk Street, Dublin 2, Ireland. They are big into recycling and will look after it for you, also works with all kinds of shit you want to get rid of, old batteries, used up spray paint cans, dirty johnnies etc. You can even redirect your spam to them: info@greenparty.ie God bless the Green Warriors.
See I think the trick is a sign that says ‘No Leaflets’, as junkmail is subjective and if it’s your job to deliver the shite you’re unlikely to agree that it’s junkmail.
And Twenty, leaflets are biodegradable, so you should have wrapped it around a lightbulb first.