Philomena's Irish Sports Bar & Kitchen, 40 Great Queen St, London & Rugby World Cup fans.

Philomena's Irish Sports Bar & Kitchen, 40 Great Queen St, London.

These two decided to grunt and sneer at a stranger along the street.

On Sunday evening, 20 Sept, I was walking on a street a short distance from Philomenas’ Irish Sports Bar & Kitchen when two people, a male and female (pictured right), started to ridicule and sneer at me. The diminutive and somewhat obese female began the harassment by staring directly at me and grunting. It was the kind of sound a pig rooting in muck would make and no doubt whatsoever she was using this guttural expression as a sign of contempt towards me (she stared right at me and there was only the three of us in the area).

They didn’t like their picture being taken.

Her male partner then played his part by pulling on a huge sneer and also staring aggressively at me. It was as if they had an innate need to sneer at and ridicule someone and felt that it could be whomever they pleased.

I was gobsmacked to say the least but yet I knew from the Irish rugby shirts both were wearing that this type of behaviour was to be expected. Subsequently I approached both and informed them that insulting and harassing strangers in dark and deserted streets was the pursuit of fools. The female’s response was to stare with a mixture of blankness and surprise while the male, in his best authoritative tone, began to incessantly repeat “walk away”.

I really can’t figure out if he was telling me, his partner or himself to “walk away” but he repeated it ad nauseum. I suspect he meant it more for himself than for me or his girlfriend; perhaps in the recesses of his dim mind was remembrance of advice from a parent or guardian to walk away from trouble.

I quickly took a couple of photographs, and to this he objected loudly and aggressively. He ordered the female to turn away while hurling insults at me. Of course, when thugs are after acting like complete fools it’s not nice to have the recipient of their abuse suddenly turn round and take their pictures.

It’s not far from the dumbest thing possible to needlessly insult and abuse a complete stranger on a darkened and deserted street. While my taking their pictures caused them annoyance perhaps they’ll learn something from the experience, maybe my actions might save them from a worst fate in the future. It’s possible they just might learn to mind their own business and keep their mouths shut when out and about in a city of 8.3 million people.

This young Irish couple seemed the worst for alcohol and had probably been drinking heavily with cronies in nearby Philomena’s Irish Sports Bar. I passed this pub soon after my encounter with the young thugs and the pavement outside was packed with loud mouthed and extremely noisy patrons.

The following video clip gives some indication of the extreme noise levels and amount of alcohol consumed. There’s a number of other pubs and restaurants on this end of Queen St and the noise from Philomena’s customers polluted right up to the front of a few of them.

While the fans loudly caroused the Prince of Wales’
exterior was without customers.

Across the street from Philomena’s it wasn’t surprising to see all the seats and tables in front of the Prince of Wales vacant. Even right in front of this neighbouring premises the noise from Philomena’s clientele was irritatingly annoying. If, on this abnormally warm Autumn evening, you wanted a quiet drink with your partner a table outside the Prince of Wales probably wouldn’t suffice.

And this second clip shows a group of people who might well have frequented Philomena’s bar at some time or other. They are obviously rugby fans and were celebrating Ireland’s win over Romania; albeit I hope no licenced premises kept serving them alcohol until they reached this state of inebriation. The obviously find it funny to act like jack asses and make nuisances of themselves, although, I doubt the busker enjoyed his encounter with them.

 

It’s quite disgusting the way they harass and bully this musician who is plying his trade in Piccadilly Square; he was quite annoyed when this gang of drunken Irish louts drove away those who might enjoy his music or make his night worthwhile with a payment of money.

What’s rather unsettling about this drunken harassment is the way the Irish female seemingly encourages her compatriot’s abusive conduct. She very delightedly records them on her phone while grinning like a Cheshire cat; there’s nothing a group of drunken oafs would relish more than to have an obsequitous female egging them on.

I’ll be hoping Ireland very soon crashes out of the world cup because the disgusting antics and abusive drunken conduct of the fans and louts will be probably too much to endure if they continue in it.

Danny Maher & Staff, Ashford Place, Cricklewood, London (Cricklewood Homeless Concern).

I’d be fearful about the number of vulnerable people this brat might be abusing and bullying.

Some people are so shameless it’s decidedly hard to figure out what exactly drives them. Danny Maher, the Irish manager of Ashford Place, is one of those whose conduct is beyond comprehension. The charity that this Irish man manages is supposedly focused on dealing with homelessness in north west London. But considering the vile and disgusting staff to be found working in his premises one can only believe that Maher doesn’t give a monkey’s toss about homeless or vulnerable people.

Ashford Place employee, incompetence doesn’t even begin to describe her.

If you enter this place in search of help or advice the first person you’ll probably meet will be one of the most disgusting and vilest people you’ve ever encountered (pictured above and right). This female is, like Maher, Irish and has very obvious mental health problems; at the very least she could be described as having special needs. I have no compunction whatsoever in stating that this person has mental health issues; her mental unstableness is so obvious that a psychiatrist couldn’t do anything other than diagnose her as being psychotic.  

I made enquiry here a while back and was met with severe abuse from this mentally unstable idiot; and as if perversion from one piece of ingrate trash wasn’t enough I also had aggression from two other females around the same time (both of whom were also Irish).

I contacted Maher about this trio’s disgusting conduct and assumed he would have taken steps to ensure it didn’t happen again. But a short time ago two different people informed me that the mentally unstable bitch was still on reception and still as vile as ever.

Disbelieving that Maher would still have this insane fishwife in front of house dealing with customers I called in to see for myself. And lo and behold there she was with her vile spud head and sarcasm and abuse on the tip of her tongue.

This Irish lady believes herself to have God like authority.

I approached and requested to take a photo and she delightedly complied. After taking the photo I reminded her that I had met her before and that she had been unbelievably derisive. And when the idiot realised I wasn’t intending to use the photo for her glorification she instantly became aggressive and abusive. Her spud face got even redder and she started stabbing her finger into the countertop while demanding I give her my name. She didn’t simply ask me my name or what I wanted the photo for; instead she shouted: ‘you took a photograph of me, I want to know your name, tell me your name’.

I was in no humour to give this insane ingrate my name and when she realised her violence and aggression wasn’t going to work in her favour she sarcastically spat the word ‘goodbye’ to me. I’ve seen idiots and mental retards use the word ‘goodbye’ before in an attempt to turn a losing situation into a winning one. For themselves at least it gives the impression that it’s them who is in control; that it’s them who had control of the situation all along. 

A clip from Ashford Place’s website claims they are ‘assertive’. I can vouch for the fact that they’re certainly assertive when dishing out abuse and sarcasm.

A far more serious side to Maher’s and his employee’s disgusting conduct is the high number of young people who are leaving the UK to go and join the Islamic State (IS) fanatics in Iraq and Syria. A lot of people are trying to figure out what it is that’s causing thousands of young people to leave the stability of the UK and join a savage regime such as IS has established.

What you have to bear in mind about Ashford Place is that when a young person of Middle Eastern or North African provenance goes there looking for help or advice about homelessness and instead gets abuse and sarcasm from an Irish buffoon he or she might not put it down to Irishness and a stupid way of doing things. Instead they might very well view it as a kick in the teeth from English society and the British establishment.

And to a certain extent the Irish abuse that’s being dished out in Cricklewood’s Ashford Place is a kick in the teeth from England and the British authorities. The people who run the London Borough of Brent have a duty of care towards its citizens and should know about the vileness and incompetence that this so-called charity stinks of; and should do something about it.

And in case the Brent authorities, for some unfathomable reason, don’t know I’ll duly inform them. Then hopefully the disgusting failure that is Ashford Place and its management will be sorted out.

As an afterthought I’ll mention the arson attack on Ashford Place’s premises on 11 February 2014. Extensive damage was caused when somebody broke in and set fire to the building. In relation to this attack Mr Maher said: ‘we have no idea why someone would do this deliberately’. Whatever the culprit’s reason for this crime I’m quite sure it wouldn’t have enticed him to desist from committing it if beforehand he or she had suffered abuse from a trio of buffoons in the same building.

J. Murphy & Sons Ltd, Hiview House, Highgate Rd, London – regarding work at King’s Cross station.

It was quite disgusting to see a Murphy’s labourer sneering at a vulnerable lady (picture for illustrative purposes only).  

One morning at about 07:30am in the latter half of August I witnessed a Murphy’s employee ridiculing and sneering at a mentally fragile lady just outside King’s Cross station.

This lady who has obvious mental health problems can occasionally be seen around King’s Cross station asking people for money. Some of those she asked would give her some change while others fobbed her off but either way there was no harm done or distress caused.

On this particular morning she was moving from person to person making requests for money and as she passed by the Irish labourer he started to mimic her in a theatrical and loud manner. She hadn’t asked him for money (who’d be dumb enough to ask a Guinness loving Irish labourer for money?) or, as far as I could see, said anything to him; it seemed that he just wanted to impress his colleagues and bystanders with his wit.

He sneeringly danced back and forth around her affecting that he was afraid of her and this quite obviously caused her upset. And then he looked around searchingly at others as if expecting a round of applause and cheering. Though he didn’t get any claps or cheers from those who had seen his antics; instead he was given a few cutting looks and he subsequently slunk off.

I suppose the constant sight of professionals going about their business at King’s Cross station made this uneducated Irish labourer feel inadequate. And to redress this perceived problem he cowardly pounced on someone he believed to be lower on the social spectrum than he. All in all the actions of an ignoramus.  

Botwell Church, Botwell Lane, Hayes, Middlesex UB3 2AB

The italics underneath the image of Temple Place describes the conduct of two people who partook in the management of a food handout on behalf of above church. Their conduct was quite obscene and makes me wonder why on earth such people volunteer their services to a charity and then commence to be abusive, insulting and belittling while on the street.

Any gathering of homeless people is apt to be bordering on quarrelsome behaviour due to emotional, drug or alcohol problems. The operators and staff involved in food handouts need to have not only patience but, at least, a modicum of decency and civility about them.

Insulting and abusive staff and volunteers are not only putting themselves at risk but also their colleagues; as well as denigrating the name of the church or charity they operate on behalf of. And that’s to say nothing of the damage they do to an already put-upon community of people.

Temple Place, London. (Image, Google Street View)

Dear sir or madam,

The conduct of two of your volunteers at a food handout on Friday evening, 17 July, 2015 at Temple Place, Victoria Embankment, London was beyond disgusting.

While making my way along the street where this handout was being conducted I found myself following in the footsteps of one of your volunteers who was heading in the same direction. Suddenly this male, seemingly intending to retrace his steps, turned around and walked back towards me.

Instead of stepping around me he walked right up to me and aggressively demanded that I: “get the f***k out of my way, you.” I admonished him for his aggression and rudeness; and he responded to this by demanding to know who I was. I again admonished him, telling him it was none of his business what my name was.  

As way of answer to my second critique he walked about six metres away from me while all the time swearing loudly; he directed obscene unprintable sobriquets upon me. His loudness of voice and fowl language ensured that the many people in the area knew a disturbance was taking place. He then approached a lady and, while looking and pointing in my direction, began talking to her; he was quite obviously telling this female something about me.

The female, after being conversed with by the male, began to laugh and sneer hysterically while at the same time pointing in my direction. It was a belittling and ridiculing laugh; and I have no doubt that she meant for it to demean me, that she intended for it to put me in my place.

I’m inclined to believe that the male’s loudly vocal aggressiveness was purposeful in that he wanted to attract others into this verbal brawl which he had started, and which he needlessly extended.       

The male and female both had strong Irish accents and I’ll point out that their conduct was not just utterly immoral but also very foolish. Neither of these people would have saw me before or would have known me. It’s disgusting that they’ll seemingly use your church, and the other volunteers, as a launch pad from which to belittle and abuse people.

Their abusive carry on is also the height of foolishness as at any food handout there will nearly always be found people who have emotional, drug and alcohol problems. And I was extremely fearful that these two disgusting and abusive people, through their loudness and their sly, tacit accusation that I was the originator of this obscene row, were going to draw members of the homeless community into the verbal fracas and perhaps exacerbate it into a physical confrontation.

St. Joseph’s Church and Priory, Austenwood Common, Gerrards Cross.

St Joseph’s Church, Gerrard’ Cross (Image, Google Street View).

A crew from St Joseph’s church, Gerrard’s Cross visits Temple Place – near Victoria Embankment, London – on the first evening of every week with food and clothes for the homeless.

They alternate between two different crews every other visit and while one always consists of decent and civil people the same can’t be said of the other. Every second Monday there will be at least one thuggish and abusive individual who’ll be seemingly there for no other reason than to belittle and denigrate those who avail of the hand-out.

It seems that whenever this female sensed vulnerability she eagerly dished out abuse and belittlement.

One of these offensive and abusive people is a middle aged Irish female (picture on right) whose sly bullying and abuse was first witnessed by me a number of months ago. The church was contacted about her disgusting behaviour but this didn’t deter the abuse in anyway whatsoever. It actually made it worse.

A short while after I had informed her church about her vile behaviour a middle aged Irish male showed up and took up the cudgels on her behalf. This idiotic and dim-witted man immediately commenced making sly utterances and grunting sarcastically at me; there was no doubt he resented my complaint about his compatriot and meant to bully me into submission.

I waited about 12 weeks before contacting the church to make sure this man was targeting only me (lest he be a general nutter who carried on this way towards everyone). And sure enough after a number of weeks it became clear that his vitriol was specifically for my consumption.

It’s clear that the female resented her sly abusive and vulgar behaviour being related to her church and, as a means to revenge, got one of her colleagues to attempt further intimidation and bullying on her behalf. I suppose the Irish male viewed himself as a gallant knight defending the lady’s honour.

Temple Place, London (Image, Google Street View).

I suspect she got some type of inane kick from
abusing and bullying, what she viewed as,
the vulnerable.

I’ve also experienced this type of abusive, bullying and cowardly behaviour from two Irish people in Cricklewood Homeless Concern (CHC). In this charity a young lady on reception, with a clear mental retardation, dished out abuse like it was a normal and everyday occurrence – an Asian workmate who witnessed her vitriol got very obviously embarrassed.

When I let the abuser know that her aggressive conduct was unacceptable she duly got another Irish female to have a go at me. The management of this place didn’t seem too concerned about the atrocious conduct of these two Irish employees; and I suspect if I went back I’d experience more of the same – as far as I can see, these people never give up, they’ll just keep on having another go or get a colleague to do so on their behalf.

Lately I’ve noticed the Irish female from St Joseph's has seemingly got her mojo back as a result of her abusive compatriot’s assistance. She was almost back to full flight as regards sarcasm and sly abuse on the evening of Monday 4 May.        

Just like I’ve said about the pugnacious trash in CHC: these two volunteers with St Joseph's church remind me of what Michel Faber wrote in his book, The Crimson Petal and the White: “Church Lane is infested with Irish … spiteful gossips the lot of them, and Caroline doesn’t want them accusing her of … .”

Perhaps Michel Faber just alluded to “spiteful gossips” as a space filler, although I think he’s too good an author to need gratuitous fillers. Perhaps, like me, Faber happened upon these people and always found them to be sly, abusive and gossipy?

These two bullies with St Joseph’s church, besides letting down their colleagues, have a pernicious effect on the people who use the hand-out – and on the community in general. Some of the patrons will have issues with drugs and alcohol while others may have fragile emotions – these can’t get any closure because they probably don’t have the means to make written complaint to the abusers’ superiors. Others who use and need the hand-out may feel that if they object to being bullied and abused they’ll be refused service. And then they’ll be some who’ll accept this Irish woman’s abuse and later unload their resentments by taking it out on innocent people along the streets.

Something I find interesting about this lady is why she volunteers to go out with St Joseph’s hand-out every other Monday evening as it’s quite obvious she greatly dislikes the vulnerable people they assist. I assume she either volunteers just to ingratiate herself with her community or she gets pleasure out of bullying vulnerable people and is willing to give up every second Monday evening in order to achieve this aim.

No Second Night Out (NSNO), 1 Hilldrop Road, Islington, London.

NSNO's premises in Islington, London (Google Street View).

I can only describe some of the staff (perhaps some were volunteers) I dealt with in No Second Night Out (NSNO), 1 Hilldrop Road as being utterly disgusting.

On Monday 29 September 2014, having been referred here by an outreach team, I was approached by a lady I’d never met before (I find it extremely hard to use this term for her) and basically abused with an unrelentedness that might shock a Nazi concentration camp commandant.

To give indication of her vileness: At one stage she asked me for my mother’s maiden name which I supplied in writing. She looked at the name I had clearly and legibly written down and with a contemptuous and aggressive tone asked me: ‘how do you pronounce that’. I italicise ‘that’ because her emphasis was brutally and derogatorily focused on this word: the way a person might say ‘how did that get in here’ after seeing a rat in their kitchen.

I believe that this woman got a certain amount of pleasure from treating me abusively and from what I’ve seen of other staff in NSNO’s 1 Hilldrop Road premises – and my subsequent experience with its management – this mode of treatment is par for the course.

Disregarding her abusive and belittling behaviour towards me it was completely unnecessary of her to enquire the pronunciation of my mother’s maiden name. If NSNO needed to check if the name I supplied was factual then they’d have to do so in writing and not via voice over the phone or in person. It seems she didn’t get enough satisfaction with abusing me, she also needed to be abusive towards my parents.

Clip from Becky Green's Twitter account.
She’s not shy in letting people know her attitude.

Her disgusting conduct would have been clearly observable to other staff but I believe that some of them would have actually approved. A male employee approached me at one stage and arrogantly asked me if I had been in a facility in Kentish Town that morning. I hadn’t heard anything about my needing to visit the premises he questioned me about, and subsequently learned it had no special relationship with NSNO or St Mungo’s Broadway.

I informed him that I hadn’t been there which led to him checking the time and instructing me along the lines off ‘it closes in 45 minutes so you haven’t much time to get yourself out there’. It turned out that I had no need whatsoever to visit the facility in Kentish Town but yet the arrogant, and not very intelligent, chap was willing to lumber me with the trip (I think he was similar to the way a psychopathic youth tortures animals). Taking into account this fellow and the lady mentioned above and another male (who always wore a woolly cap which he kept pulled down near his lower mandible) it seemed to me that they were vying with each other about who could be the most belittling and arrogant. By this time I had basically realised that I was seeking help and advice from a clique of pricks.

On Tuesday 30 September I emailed a complaint to enquiries@nosecondnightout.org.uk and also to manager, Becky Green, outlining the obnoxious conduct of the woman who abused me and berated my mother’s name. I had no response or acknowledgement to this communication until  Becky Green responded on the 10 October; I suspect I wouldn’t have got any response from her at all if I hadn’t contacted her superior, Dan Olney, on the 7 October.

On the left is Petra Salva, NSNO's Director, as appears on Twitter, and on right is Becky Green and friend as publicly published on social media.

The gist of Green’s response was that everyone who ever went near NSNO in Hilldrop Road was infatuated with the loveliness and saintly temperament of the female who abused me and practically spat on my mother’s name. Ms Green also informed me that I was ‘booked out’ of NSNO’S facility in Hilldrop Road and that I had the option of appealing this decision.

The reason Ms Green gave for me being forbidden from following through on my referral to NSNO was that I had left on the 29 September and not made any further contact. I emailed both Ms Green and Dan Olney (NSNO’s Deputy Director) on the 14 October pointing out that it was incorrect to claim I had left on the 29 September and not made contact; I informed them about the email I had sent on September 30. Neither Becky Green or Dan Olney made any reply whatsoever to this.

It’s absolutely disgusting the way the female I initially complained about behaved towards me to say nothing of the idiotic arrogance of the others. But disgusting doesn’t describe the way Deputy Director of NSNO, Dan Olney, and manager, Becky Green, ignored me on the 14 October when I pointed out Green’s deception in saying I’d left without making contact.

Another telling point about the people who staff and manage NSNO is how a female (probably the same one I complained about on the 30 September) who works in the Hilldrop Road premises spoke to me on the 7 October. I had visited here on this day because I was using (with permission) the Hilldrop Road premises as a care-of address and was expecting correspondence, which was vital to my well being, to be sent there.

Dan Olney, NSNO's Deputy Director.   

I pressed the intercom, gave my name, and enquired if any correspondence had been received on my behalf. It was immediately barked, by a pugnacious sounding female, that there was no mail there for me and that I had been ‘booked out’ of NSNO. I then requested that they email me if the expected snail-mail should arrive. The never emailed and the government department I expected the mail from is quite efficient so I suspect that if the correspondence did arrive it was probably destroyed or returned to sender. It’s dreadful that I couldn’t even get this one item of mail through them; they wouldn’t even let me know whether it arrived or not.

Before leaving I asked if I had been removed as a client because I’d made a complaint. She responded to this by sarcastically and sneeringly saying ‘that’s right’. It might be this kind of attitude that prompted Jennie Mann to write this other critical piece about NSNO.

I find the Evening Standard’s reporting of the Mayor’s warning about a lack of care for homeless people who suffer mental health issues to be especially poignant considering the kind of people I’ve met in organisations that assist or aid the homeless. I glad that I don’t have mental health issues and to keep it that way I’d be wise to avoid those who offer aid only in connection with an equal amount of abuse and belittlement like they do in NSNO, 1 Hilldrop Road, Islington.

St Mungo’s Recovery College, 33 Rushworth St, London.

St Mungo's Recovery College, 33
Rushworth St (Google StreetView).

On 14 January I went to this facility of St Mungo’s in Rushworth St to enquire about educational courses which are being run in, what they have termed, the Recovery College. 

In particular I was interested in their screenwriting course; and would have hoped, if I’d partook in it, to have gained some knowledge and insight into the process. And perhaps would have enjoyed spending time with like-minded individuals.

But, as I’ve become accustomed to, after about half-an-hour in this Rushworth St premises I realised that any creative writing abilities I might have would be severely denigrated by St Mungo’s staff and/or volunteers.

When initially entering these premise I was about to press the intercom when a lady suddenly opened the door to allow someone else to exit. Not knowing if this woman was a staff member or another customer I hesitated momentarily in expectation of an introduction or to be queried as to what I wanted, and perhaps invited to enter.

A clip from St Mungo's website. 

After a short silence and just as I was about to ask if she was an employee and give my reason for being there she made known to me that she was displeased, as if she was impatient because of the slight delay. She hadn’t said anything to me whatsoever but instead had seemingly expected me to read her mind: without being told I should have been aware she was a staff member and that I should have simply just walked on in. On its own I don’t consider this a big deal but still not the kind of patronising attitude I’d expect from people engaged in the education and training of others.

Then I went to reception and straight away I could see that I was wasting my time. The male receptionist was hostile and arrogant, an attitude the size of Everest. This ill mannered man eyed and spoke to me like a person would a wet and muddy dog that had just trodden on their newly polished floor. 

I am currently doing creative writing and I can assure you that being in the company of aggressive and condescending people really downgrades any creativity I might have. I believe that any gain I might have made doing a screenwriting course in this facility would be diminished by the arrogant, offensive and patronising conduct of the staff.

What flabbergasts and irks the hell out of me is how these people at St Mungo’s can spend money printing and circulating flyers that advertise these courses and then immediately insult and abuse someone who shows up intending to enrol.