Dry British Humour – Revealed, the new True Brit Test

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  1. ian says:

    A bit of Scottish racism in there, but not to worry, it only counts for non whites and Jews. They never dare mention though, the driving force behind many of this country’s nay, the entire white Western nations’ problems. As for Bojo, Bozo, I’d be banned on here if I gave my true opinion of all political figures, and more so the Scottish assholes.

  2. ian says:

    Let me tell you a little about the Scottish Government’s actions. Amongst other things. I was always a little different, and don’t like going about with a group, it was uncomfortable. I liked one on one situations. I later, very recently actually, found out that I’m borderline Aspergers, although, some of my traits don’t tie in. I always knew many things weren’t as they were supposed to be, but not until I got the internet did it all come together. I thought that I could inform others, but it backfired and I ended up with depression. That’s my basic story.

    I was brought up shooting and fishing. Not high fallutin grouse moors or reared pheasants, just wandering over land where I had permission to be on, and eating what I got. I loved it. The depression put the mockers on the shotgun and rifle licence, though I have, barring one speeding ticket not been in any trouble with the law in my 71 years alive. Nothing negative about Scotland so far. Now it starts. I readjusted with time, and snared a few rabbits and foxes for the local farmers, then Scotland changed snaring laws, Still old style in England, I sat a course to keep legal, £80+£20 for photo etc. However it limits and restricts you tou such a degree, that my usual haunts are off limits, eg never set a snare where a member of the public may inadvertently stumble across it, or similar. Bear in mind that the RSPB and others use snares to protect birds from foxes. The snares have stops on them and don’t choke your quarry. I used an air rifle, no licence needed, to shoot some rabbits, but they are limited, ie won’t go through both sides of a bean can, sort of power. Scottish government licensed them, so you need a certificate, England never did. Really fed up with them, then to put icing on the cake, they put a minimum unit price on alcohol. EG a really cheap bottle of wine in Aldi, an Australian Shiraz 13% alc and pretty smooth, £3:99 in Carlisle, £5:05 in Scotland.
    I can get 4 bottles of a strong McEwans beer which I like for £5 in Carlisle, £7:40 in Scotland. I am sober as I write this, but I’m thinking of going to Carlisle for some beer.

  3. ian says:

    As an add on, sorry for pushing this, but many who visit the site will be anti hunting and trapping. Supermarket chickens are on average slaughtered at 5 weeks old, never been out of a stinking shed. I am humane as I can possibly be, and demand the same level of care from anyone who I encounter in life. I rescue animals and am the go to guy with injured birds etc locally. We’re not ogres.

  4. ian says:

    Oh and forgot to mention, smoke alarms. As from February past, all houses in Scotland are required to have linked smoke alarms throughout the house. It either means the upheaval of floorboards up, and paying a sparky to do it, or, you guessed it, even more invasive poxy Wifi. Whatever you decide, you’re going to be at least £300 out of pocket, whilst surviving on the lowest pension in Europe. I can’t look at thin lipped Jimmy Kranky Sturgeon.

    • Gordon says:

      When a saw awe yer comments a thought a wus in for a laf but ne’r mind a weel ken wur yer cummin frae an it’s as weel a live nae fer frae Berwick that a tae take advantage o’ gettin cheaper grog frae England.
      As fur thae numpties up there in Holyrood honest tae God did ye ever see sic a sight in awe yer life. Thae stan there an mooth aff aboot this an that wae no an oonce o’ common sense. Honestly, a gee up on that lot.
      Anyway, here’s something tat cheer us up.

      Which reminds me of the day I took my children to Edinburgh zoo. After the visit and on returning to primary school P1 the teacher asked the children to write about what they had done at the weekend. My son wrote, “One day I went to the zoo with my mum and a monkey.” Well seen he’s got me figured!.