@staffsref Yes! 😂
And there was always either a trifle sprinkled with hundreds and thousands/flaked almonds on the top OR an orange flavoured jelly complete with tinned mandarins mixed in it 🐷
(Obv these were as well as the slices of buttered Hovis, cold meat etc etc 🤢)
🚨 ANYONE IN NORTHERN IRELAND ABLE TO GIVE THIS DOG ABUSER SOME WORDS OF ADVICE?
CONVICTED | Dan Hustiu, age unknown, from #ballymena, County #antrim BT43 7DN – caught on video beating his rescue dog.
Romanian national Hustiu pleaded guilty to cruelty to an unnamed collie-type dog following a prosecution by Antrim and Newtownabbey Borough Council.
The council vet described the harrowing contents of the footage, comprising two separate clips:
They said: “In the first video, he grabbed the dog, held her mouth shut while twisting her neck and repeatedly punched her with a closed fist. In the videos you can hear the dog yelping in pain as the man punches her.
“In the second video the man is holding the dog by her neck and slamming her down to the ground. He then proceeds to again hold her mouth shut and twist her neck and then shakes her in position. Again in this footage her yelps of pain are audible and she tries to pull away from him.
“When she does get away from him she cowers under the table outside away from the man”.
The dog, whom Hustiu reportedly adopted from the Dogs Trust, was tethered inside the property to a fridge by a short lead.
Veterinary examination found that she had a laceration on her tongue and neck pain from the incident.
Sentencing | 240-hour community service order; costs of £155 and £32 of court costs. 10-year disqualification order.
It’s Friday and it’s 33 degrees. And the council estates are lively. The paddling pools have appeared from absolutely nowhere. Every front garden has one that’s 80% duct tape and 20% hope. There’s at least six kids in it, one XL bully, and someone’s uncle cooling his Stella cans in the same water. The shirtless blokes have emerged like they’re migrating for summer. White as a packet of Richmond sausages by 9am, bright red by lunchtime, still insisting, “I don’t burn, me.” The smell outside is a fascinating mix of sun cream, Lynx Africa, meat and steak pies, and someone’s wheelie bin that’s been cooking nicely in the heat since Monday. Someone’s bought a £12 fan from B&M and is acting like they’ve installed full air conditioning unit. Meanwhile someone’s nan is sat in the conservatory wearing a cardigan saying, “It’s not that warm.” The local Facebook group’s in meltdown. Half the posts are “Who’s dog is this?” The other half are people moaning about kids playing outside. “Can they not scream?” Karen, it’s the first sunny Friday we’ve had in about eight months. They’re feral now. Accept it. Meanwhile some fellas washing his Corsa with Fairy Liquid while blasting uk garage enough for three postcodes to enjoy. By tonight there’ll be at least two blokes arguing over whose turn it is to buy more packet, someones kid will have lost a set of teeth, and an air ambulance will probably be landing because Dave thought it’d be a good idea to do a backflip off the shed roof into two feet of water.
Barnaby Philip John Webber
11/01/2004-13/06/2023 💔
If you can, share these images of the beautiful soul stolen from us by the worst of humanity.
Let his face today burn bright.
Barney, I promise you there will be accountability 💛💚
For You. For Grace. For Ian.
@NiallHarbison Awwww❤️
Welcome (Croeso) to Wales Miss Sienna ❤️
There's loads of mountains, fields, beaches and forests to explore here - You'll love it! ❤️
(The rain maybe not so much😐)
Big cwtches to you and your new family xxxx❤️🏴❤️
I absolutely fucking love council estates when the sun’s out the whole place turns into Benidorm. Kids screaming up and down the road on scooters with one wheel missing, someone’s Bluetooth speaker blasting tunes that sound like they’ve been recorded through a toaster, and at least three separate arguments kicking off over absolutely nothing. Then you’ve got lads outside their gardens like they’re security guards for a club that doesn’t exist, just nodding at everyone like they’re important. The smell of weed in the air, baby mums running for the ice cream van with their tits swinging all over in their vest tops, smack heads peddling about topless on their kids ben 10 bikes, corner shop rammed full of people getting the tinnies in, and the lasses walking around with their fannies eating their shorts and little crop tops on like they're in fucking Cyprus. Then you’ve got that one bloke who’s been mowing the same patch of grass for two hours straight, shirt off, red as a lobster, acting like he’s maintaining Wembley Stadium.
🎶 I don't care.....I love it 🎶