Here it is.
The M2 Browning 50 cal...useful for dealing with scroaty little gobshites since 1920
Imagine my delight upon noticing that someone was living upstairs in the Blues RFC old squash club. They weren’t there on Saturday, so it should have been a simple exercise for them to move out again (they wouldn’t have had time to unpack).
Wandering upstairs with off duty Constable Dempsey (Constable Herbert wasn’t keen), I discovered they had invented their own shower by running the fire hose into squash court number one. How delightful.
They were obviously thirsty having their shower, as there were beer bottles everywhere.
Some of the joinery clearly wasn’t to their liking either.
After repairing the door blockages and making the place mildly secure again, we were left thinking that perhaps Stalin was on the right track with his approach to those anti-social members of society.
At a time when we were about to go full steam ahead to turn the squash courts into the Prems and Bs training facility, the plan has been set back slightly. I suppose the only upside is that they didn’t burn the place down.
Thought about wiring the mains cable to all external doors, but knowing my luck I’d forget about it and end up with a burns story.
If anyone living on the Southside does notice anyone dubious (i.e. not wearing training gear or driving a repair van) outside Blues, please let the coppers know. I don’t want to know in the first instance because I might do something I’d regret.
