Pikeys
The pikeys have landed. To my American cousins, read here to find out what a pikey is. Here’s a more honest desciption. Here’s how they live.
In the town where I live they have moved on to the village green. Last time they were about, the council had to dig a ditch around the park so that they could bring their particular breed of filth to my surrounding. Nice people, some of them, but this new deterrent means that there is no longer a path around it. I don’t know who pays the bills at the council, but they probably figure it’s worth having the ditch dug and the pathway destroyed, then rebuilt late at extra cost, than it is having pikeys on the land and cleaning up after them. That’s saying something if they go to that length to deter people.
This time they filled in the ditch in the middle of the night, because they must have thought a field with a ditch around it in a place where you are not welcome seemed to them a good place to settle with your family.
Now, I respect anyone’s lifestyle as long as they earn a living if they can and respect the rights of others. But the shit these people leave behind is unbelievable. Gas cannisters, sofas, bathtubs, bricks, etc, no environment is safe in their wake. It’s strange that when the they roll into town, sofas start appearing in the woods. Old cookers appear outside Daughter’s school.
So when they settle in my park, I’m not best pleased. Everyone who paid their council tax now has to walk in the mud across the public park to get to the public library. Apart from the inconvenience, that’s just a waste of money. And the library gets muddy, so that’s extra cleaning costs, and the park needs to be de-loused when these pikeys finally fuck off to the next soon-to-be shithole.
You may have gathered than I don’t like them.