Christmas lights
Discussion
So, has anyone here festooned the outside of their house with tacky Christmas lights? Why do people do that? They say for charity, but we all know they do it for themselves and use charity as an excuse. 
Actually, I find it distracting when driving as you can't help but look, even if only to shake my head in disbelief!
Bah humbug!
john75 said:
I started a post on this the other week.
I am amazed there seems to be a direct correlation between Council Houses and the naffest of Lights.
More disposable income, see. Let's think: two adults, one on unemployment, one on 'disability' (bit of a cough
). Other adult on attendance for an aged relative. Teen/ early 20's son or daughter on unemployment.
Rent paid, council tax paid. Hundred quid scruffy Escort, uninsured, parked on the garden.
Male adult has fiddly job: taxis, gardening, that sort of thing. Shopping at Aldi, Lidl, Kwiksave, Poundstretcher. Mate in the pub to buy knocked-off gear and counterfeit Playstation games. Another mate for the cheap import ciggies and 50-packs of 2% French lagerpiss.
Could easily be pulling in the best part of a grand a month tax-free between them, wasted mostly on fake Burberry, smokes and cider, maybe a bit of happy-baccy.
A lifetime spent watching blinged-up telly programmes, with no real exposure to tasteful decor and elegant surroundings, they best they can do is a p155-poor Las-Vegas-meets-Arabia farce.
Let's say just one in ten council house families fits this description.
Multiply by a five-hundred house estate (conservative guesstimate) and multiply THAT by every town in the country, it's no wonder the place has gone to rat-shit.
Horrible 
quite, quite horrible, it looks they used a nailgun to fix them to the wall whilst drunk
Residents all as one -
"Get out of our Village"
>> Edited by FourWheelDrift on Sunday 12th December 18:10
quite, quite horrible, it looks they used a nailgun to fix them to the wall whilst drunk Residents all as one -
"Get out of our Village" The Sun said:
A COUPLE in a posh village have been stunned by anonymous hate mail attacking their festive lights as “tawdry and tacky”.
Roger Knapp, 60, and wife Carol, 58, of Gotherington, Gloucs, were also told: “Your dull, ugly front garden fails to reflect our village image.”
Carol broke down in tears when she opened the note.
She said: “It’s incredibly snobby. Where is the Christmas spirit?”
>> Edited by FourWheelDrift on Sunday 12th December 18:10
wedg1e said:
I started a post on this the other week.
I am amazed there seems to be a direct correlation between Council Houses and the naffest of Lights.
More disposable income, see. Let's think: two adults, one on unemployment, one on 'disability' (bit of a cough
Teen/ early 20's son or daughter on unemployment.
Rent paid, council tax paid. Hundred quid scruffy Escort, uninsured, parked on the garden.
Male adult has fiddly job: taxis, gardening, that sort of thing. Shopping at Aldi, Lidl, Kwiksave, Poundstretcher. Mate in the pub to buy knocked-off gear and counterfeit Playstation games. Another mate for the cheap import ciggies and 50-packs of 2% French lagerpiss.
Could easily be pulling in the best part of a grand a month tax-free between them, wasted mostly on fake Burberry, smokes and cider, maybe a bit of happy-baccy.
A lifetime spent watching blinged-up telly programmes, with no real exposure to tasteful decor and elegant surroundings, they best they can do is a p155-poor Las-Vegas-meets-Arabia farce.
Let's say just one in ten council house families fits this description.
Multiply by a five-hundred house estate (conservative guesstimate) and multiply THAT by every town in the country, it's no wonder the place has gone to rat-shit.
You forgot Netto!! - 50 foot blow up santa for a tenner! Thanks for that. Made me chuckle. Pity it is not funny. If we are lucky a few may fall off the roofs putting thier Santas up.
Thing is, Alistair, there was a time when a council house was a perfectly respectable place to live - my grandparents managed in one (OK two) for decades.
The second was on a brand-new (1974) estate. Now my parents own their own house, but we still looked forward to going to grandma's because it was a new place - open grass areas, playgrounds every other street. You could run yourself ragged and never go anywhere near a road, back alley or derelict building.
By the mid-1990s the place was a no-go zone. My mother's car kept getting targetted, the old folks wouldn't go out after dark etc. etc.
Now it's an absolute sh!thole, including the once-immaculate house we spent so much time at as kids.
The playgrounds were demolished about a decade ago as they were vandalised out of all recognition and gave the local dopeheads a collecting-point.
My grandma would turn in her grave.
I lived in two council houses: the first was in the cesspit of the town, how the hell we avoided being burgled by the neighbours I'll never know (maybe becase we had less than they did).
The second was and still is on one of the more desirable estates, but I had to stick it out in an unheated bedsit for four years while my daughter lived with my parents, before they finally gave me it.
Sadly, the council in their wisdom started tarting up the scruffy estates, and moved some of the dross into the next street from me.
You might hope that they would elevate themselves to the area but no, they drag the area down to their level. Suddenly we had scrap-wagons parked on gardens, horses grazing on common-land, abandoned cars, the usual bit.
At what point did this breed of sh!te hatch? No wonder this current council-house stigma is so strong.
The second was on a brand-new (1974) estate. Now my parents own their own house, but we still looked forward to going to grandma's because it was a new place - open grass areas, playgrounds every other street. You could run yourself ragged and never go anywhere near a road, back alley or derelict building.
By the mid-1990s the place was a no-go zone. My mother's car kept getting targetted, the old folks wouldn't go out after dark etc. etc.
Now it's an absolute sh!thole, including the once-immaculate house we spent so much time at as kids.
The playgrounds were demolished about a decade ago as they were vandalised out of all recognition and gave the local dopeheads a collecting-point.
My grandma would turn in her grave.
I lived in two council houses: the first was in the cesspit of the town, how the hell we avoided being burgled by the neighbours I'll never know (maybe becase we had less than they did).
The second was and still is on one of the more desirable estates, but I had to stick it out in an unheated bedsit for four years while my daughter lived with my parents, before they finally gave me it.
Sadly, the council in their wisdom started tarting up the scruffy estates, and moved some of the dross into the next street from me.
You might hope that they would elevate themselves to the area but no, they drag the area down to their level. Suddenly we had scrap-wagons parked on gardens, horses grazing on common-land, abandoned cars, the usual bit.
At what point did this breed of sh!te hatch? No wonder this current council-house stigma is so strong.
We're not celebrities, but we can do this, look at us, PLEASE LOOK AT US.
I liked the waxworks nativity though, it wasnt an attack on religion, it was an attack on celebrity. Like The Beatles said, "we're bigger than God" and I guess all those portrayed in the wax nativity could be guilty of thinking the same way.
PLEASE LOOK AT US. I liked the waxworks nativity though, it wasnt an attack on religion, it was an attack on celebrity. Like The Beatles said, "we're bigger than God" and I guess all those portrayed in the wax nativity could be guilty of thinking the same way.
"We're not celebrities, but we can do this, look at us, PLEASE LOOK AT US. "
I just assumed people did it for their kids ???
Isn't that what Christmas is all about ?
( No I haven't got them - I haven't even got a tree - bah humbug ! )
There is one house in Marlow right next to a Zebra crossing. There is so much light coming form it that its very dangerous at night for people using the crossing.
I just assumed people did it for their kids ???
Isn't that what Christmas is all about ?
( No I haven't got them - I haven't even got a tree - bah humbug ! )
There is one house in Marlow right next to a Zebra crossing. There is so much light coming form it that its very dangerous at night for people using the crossing.
FourWheelDrift said:But surely she could have actually fixed the ropelight properly so that it ran parallel to the guttering? Daft cow.
Horrible
Residents all as one -
The Sun said:
A COUPLE in a posh village have been stunned by anonymous hate mail attacking their festive lights as “tawdry and tacky”.
Roger Knapp, 60, and wife Carol, 58, of Gotherington, Gloucs, were also told: “Your dull, ugly front garden fails to reflect our village image.”
Carol broke down in tears when she opened the note.
She said: “It’s incredibly snobby. Where is the Christmas spirit?”
>> Edited by FourWheelDrift on Sunday 12th December 18:10
Anyhow, yes, we have lights... a 25m white ropelight around the lawn border, 20 white lights on the hedge, 80 twinkly coloured lights on the roses, 20 white lights on the conifer and five sets of star bursts on the driveway edging. And compared to our neighbours with their 8 foot snowman and 9 foot Homer Simpson, we're positively mundane. They are, of course, on benefit & disability.
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