Mgr Paul Donovan, Saint Augustine's Church, 24 Amersham Hill, High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire

I had a very good example of Irishness from Mgr Paul Donovan a former parish priest in St Augustine’s Church, High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire.

I emailed Donovan about some abusive volunteers that conducted a food handout on behalf of St Augustine’s Church. It’s not rare to find a Church sanctioned charity in London with a bevy of ingrate bullying thugs attached. On the contrary, it’s actually rare to find a Church charity in London without some of these types onboard.

This fellow liked to throw his weight around but slunk away when challenged.

The person pictured right is just one of a number of St Augustine volunteers I’ve witnessed bullying and being abusive to homeless people on London’s streets.

He’d sometimes have a diminutive half-mad female with him. She was the type that would take on a bull in a head butting contest.

This is how Mgr Paul Donovan responded to my email:

Dear [...],

Your email seems somewhat at odds with the description of your encounter I have heard from people here. Having read the blog, I can see that your default position is fiery indignation. I doubt that anything I can say will extinguish that fire so I shall not respond to any further emails.

Paul Donovan
Parish Priest

Only a couple of hours elapsed between Donovan receiving my email and him responding to it. Hardly enough time for him to have looked into it at all.

Basically, Donovan told me to fuck off and stuff my complaint where the sun don’t shine. Which is just what I’d expect from a very probably grade inflated moron like him.

His attitude also ties in with the way the Catholic Church ignored complaints made to it about their thousands of filthy paedophile priests – the greatest bulk of whom I’ve heard it said were IRISH.

It’s sad though that in the very heart of England there still can be found parishes with utter braindead scumbags like Mgr Paul Donovan leading them. The same type of parishes that every so often puts together a bevy of sanctimonious virtue-signallers who go out on the streets of London to abuse people they assume don’t have the wit to lash back at them.

St Peter-in-Chains Stroud Green Parish, London, UK & Lincoln’s Inn Fields

I find there’s nothing worse than someone with
the IQ of an orangutan attempting to belittle me.

Pictured right is a yob that will be found visiting Lincoln’s Inn Fields with a charity crew from St Peter-in-Chains Catholic Church every Saturday evening – where they serve tea and sandwiches to the homeless.

The majority of each crew that turns up on a Saturday evening are very decent people who simply want to assist the homeless. But this Irish lady (pictured right) doesn’t seem to have assistance on her mind when she volunteered to accompany them. From what I’ve seen and experienced from this absolute lowlife is she seems to be more seeking a forum where she can throw her weight around and belittle people.

And she’s not the only Irish lady with abusive and bullying traits I’ve seen with the Saturday evening's St Peter-in-Chain’s handout crew. There were two others over the last few months.

One was dark haired like the bitch above and the carry-on I saw her at left me surprised she didn’t get a slap in her mouth from some of the homeless she was dishing abuse out to. Some of these chaps react with their hands far quicker than they do with their mouths. It takes an extra special type of idiot to surround themselves with homeless people on a cold spring evening and then start belittling them.

I informed St Peter-in-Chains about the vile conduct of these three crew members and this resulted in me being accosted by the imbecile pictured above. She was obviously annoyed that someone had informed the church’s management about her and her colleagues’ vile conduct – and decided to embark on a tit for tat campaign.

As far as I can see, when you come across a London homeless charity crew with these people aboard, they are more than likely there only for the purpose, as if were, of placing themselves on high ground from where they can dish out abuse and belittlement whilst at the same time feeling protected from reaction.

They apparently view the homeless as fair game for belittlement and volunteer with charities in the belief that the illiterate beggars they’ll be abusing won’t be capable of contacting management and making complaint about them.

Screengrab from the Guardian website about babies in septic tank in Ireland.

We’ve all heard the news about the hundreds (796 according to the Guardian) of abused orphanage babies that were tossed into a septic tank by nuns in Ireland. Perhaps the above three missed their calling as nuns?

Hands On Hand Out, 57 Broadlands Avenue, Enfield, EN3 5AQ & Euston Foodbank, St. Pancras Church House, 1 Lancing Street, London, NW1 1NA

Medusa doesn’t seem to be your run-of-the-mill bully. Usually bullies are very cowardly but Medusa seems not to be. It’s as if she’d actually do a few rounds with a sizable man. Or perhaps she was just brave because she had a few thuggish mates with her.

I believe vicious is quite a perfect adjective to describe the Irish lady in above recording. I’ll call her Medusa for sake of clarity. Medusa seems to be somewhat of a bigwig with the Hands On Hand Out London homeless charity. I realise she hasn't snakes streaming out of her scalp instead of hair but, believe me, there’s reptilian traits aplenty swirling around her mind.

Hands On Hand Out hold a charity event in the Euston Foodbank premises once a month and the person who made above recording attended on a few occasions. He doesn’t want his real name used so I'll call  him John.

Medusa decided that John was going to be her stooge. She thought she’d have some fun and inflate her frustrated ego by bullying him.

Medusa in all her glory. When everything's to her liking Medusa displays extreme arrogance – I imagine her ego would float airships. When things don’t go as she'd like she quickly becomes demonic.

And to this effect the first thing Medusa did was to re-name him. She applied a racially derogatory nickname to him and she’d use it to address him with an accompanying sarcastic and sneering voice. She had no compunction whatsoever doing this right in front of her Hands On Hand Out colleagues. I suspect as a result of Medusa’s overt abuse that there's a culture in Hands On Hand Out that recipients of their charity should accept being bullied.

John didn’t like Medusa referring to him with this nickname and also greatly resented this jumped-up Irish moron’s obvious assumption that she could bully and abuse whomever she pleased.

He requested that she desist from using the insulting name. She did not take kindly to this request. On the contrary, her response was highly abusive, vulgar, vile and instantaneous. Much like the frighteningly quick reaction you’d get if you stepped on a cobra.

Within full earshot and view of her colleagues in Euston Foodbank Medusa brazenly berated John for having asked her to stop insulting and abusing him. Threats, swear words and insults are clearly common currency with her. The most vilest fishwife wouldn’t hold a candle to Medusa.

John was aware that percentage wise Medusa’s moral code is probably well south of 20 but yet he was shocked by her sudden and very public jackel-esque reaction. He quickly left her company and as he walked away there were what seemed like projectiles of spittle ricocheting off the back of his head.

On his way out he stopped and asked another female volunteer for the charity’s name. He asked for the name because he intended to contact the management and let them know about Medusa's vile and dangerous conduct.

This female, who’s is also of Irish descent, refused to give him the charity’s name. Her refusal to give the name wasn’t because she didn’t know. She’s a bigwig in this charity and knew its name and could have easily given it. It was arrogance that stopped her from giving John the name. I suspect her thinking was: how dare this lowlife first refuse to take abuse from my compatriot and then have the gall to approach me and ask for the charity’s name.

If you think the carry-on so far is disgusting, it gets worse, much worse.

This little thug couldn’t resist assaulting the patron and then sneering at him.

Whilst John was asking the female for the charity’s name he was approached from his blind side by this thuggish male (pictured on right) and ordered to leave. Having been asked, John headed towards the exit; he was at this stage quite eager to get out of the place. But the thuggish male had seemingly approached him with the intention of exacerbating this verbal confrontation into a physical one. As John headed to the exit this little thug couldn't resist the urge to lay his hands on him.

The tripe that staffs Hands On Hand Out couldn't simply let this person leave, they had to  bring assault into it. John turned to the little thug and made it very clear that he would have to immediately remove his hands. Like all bullies this little thug is a coward and he quickly took his hands away.

Medusa wasn’t finished yet though. It seems she wasn’t happy with the level of vulgarity and dumbness she had already displayed; she wanted to show she could descend even deeper into the sewers. So she made her way outside where she spotted John on the other side of the street. Then with the mindset of a lobotomised gerbil Medusa made a strenuous effort to goad and provoke John by performing a childish type dance whilst blatantly staring at him and moving her lips as if miming insults. I suppose as no kid would be this dumb it's actually insulting to children to call what she did childish.

Then the male thug that had already assaulted John came out and, with a idiotic sneer on his face, started to wave at him. I think the little halfwit was taking his cues from Medusa.

At this stage John took out his camera and started to record them. Medusa and her little sidekick didn’t like this; and attempted to resolve it to their satisfaction by enticing a nearby beggar to threaten John in the hope it would cower him into putting away his camera.

Coercing or tempting homeless people into making threats or acting violently towards others is a tactic I have observed before with other Irish charity volunteers. It’s very much like the military tactic of divide and conquer.

The Irish volunteer issues insults and abuse to their target and if they don’t like the reaction they’ll pretend it was their victim that initiated the confrontation. Perhaps claim that the target threatened them.

A lot of the homeless are mentally unstable and volatile, while yet others use copious amounts of illegal drugs and alcohol. In any given group of homeless people you’ll nearly always find one or two that are very eager to impress food handout volunteers. To them the food handout volunteer is someone in authority and to be sucked-up to.

When the food handout volunteer pretends to have been threatened or abused there’s nearly always a nearby ruffian who’ll be quick to defend them by making threats or even resorting to violence. The ruffian wants the kudos, honour and special privileges that they believe defending the volunteer will bestow on them.

Medusa or her sidekick, with their sink-estate rat-like cunning, has obviously figured out that they can use divide and conquer to their advantage. Their beggar enforcer, though, didn’t succeed in cowering John. Perhaps they'll have better luck the next time.   

Temple Place & St. Joseph’s Church and Priory, Austenwood Common, Gerrards Cross, London

Aggressive Irish female that likes to bully and abuse
homeless people.

I thought one episode of Irish female thuggishness would have been enough for St Joseph’s. But this wasn’t the case. Not long after putting one Irish thug bully in her place another one of them shows up.

This “Irish” lady (pic right) brings stealthy coarseness and vulgarity to entirely new levels. She has no qualms whatsoever about enmeshing herself in the midst of 50 or 60 homeless people and dishing out abuse to some of them. To do this you have to be very dumb and very thuggish.  

She was abusive to one particular person and was told quite clearly that in future she’d be better advised to keep her abusive vulgarity to herself. This didn’t deter this "lady" in the least; the next time she encountered this same person she again was abusive to him. And whilst having this second go at him she had the stance of somebody that was ready at any second to duck or flee. It was as if this piece-of-tripe was aware she was at risk of a volatile reaction but yet couldn’t resist the urge to retry to cow and belittle her target.

I’ve noticed that Irish bullies get even more 
aggressive when challenged.

After witnessing this vile creature's abusive nature a number of times it’s clear she believes she has a right to belittle the people that attend St Joseph’s food handout. I don't doubt that bullying and abuse are the foremost reasons this stupid Irish woman attached herself to St Joseph’s charity in the first place.

She likes to shout about being from Limerick, Ireland. It’s as if she believes Limerick is a very high class nirvana and absolutely no one would be disinterested in meeting a person from there. I googled Limerick to just to see how special it might be and I came across Frank McCourt’s assessment of it.

Frank McCourt wrote a book about his childhood in Limerick and according to him it’s a vile hellhole of bullying and backwardness. If you read McCourt’s book you’ll understand why the thug described above believes that giving food to people also gives her the right to be abusive to them. She’d reason that as she’s not getting money for volunteering or for the food that it's only right that she boost her ego by also dishing out some bullying and belittlement. Bully and run down some of the people she gives the charity's food to and justify it as a form of payment.

This unpleasant "lady" was willing to give up the odd Monday 
evening so to be amidst people she thought would accept her abuse.

The Irish “lady” pictured right was another one who clearly had the same thoughts as the scumbag described above. This lass was prepared to give up every third or fourth Monday evening to volunteer with St Joseph’s charity in order to be among people she could belittle. Like all bullies she's probably a coward and therefore sought out the most vulnerable in society thinking that her bullying would get a free ride.

If it were just the two mentioned above it would be bad enough but I’ve witnessed two other Irish people dishing out abuse with St Joseph’s in Temple Place. One was a middle aged male, a buffoonish type asshole with a stupid head that screamed out to be rapped. The other was a dwarfish female with fuzzy hair.

These four Irish people are all well beyond the age where they should have developed some common sense. But the lack of common sense and stratospheric levels of vulgarity seems to be the norm with the Irish that attach themselves to London’s homeless charities.

Below is a video of yet another Irish “lady” who volunteers with Hands On Hand Out, which is another London charity that helps the homeless. If you take a quick gander you’ll see that she’s an atrociously aggressive and arrogant piece of tripe. She’s so disgusting and deranged she'll even physically attack and assault people that challenge her bullying – as I found out to my cost. What's really alarming about this moron is that she actually thought it was her right to bully and belittle homeless people. So entrenched was this perceived right with her that she completely lost her rag and went berserk when challenged about her vile behaviour.  

    

St Vincent de Paul, Romero House, 55 Westminster Bridge Road, London

St Vincent de Paul (SVP) does a couple of food handouts per week in Lincoln’s Inn Fields, London and the atrocious behaviour of quite a few of their “volunteers” would, I suspect, cause Charles Dickens to turn in his grave.

The very first time I came across SVP in Lincoln’s Inn Fields was on a Friday evening a few years ago. They had a van with them and were handing sandwiches, etc, to the homeless from its side doors. Standing just outside the nearside door was an Irish chap in his late twenties or early thirties. Seemingly, his task was to keep order and deter queue jumpers.

He was fairly well dressed and reminded me of one of those types of halfwits you’d sometimes come across who’d buy a cheap suit thinking it would make their pretence of being bankers instead of labourers more believable.

It would be difficult to describe how vulgar and ignoramus and loud mouthed this two-bit bully was. A complete piece of trash and clearly of very low IQ. He’d stand at the door of the van very obviously itching for a reason to shoot-off his vile mouth. And when he couldn’t find a reason to dish out abuse to those in the queue he’d invent one.

In his hunger to dish out vitriol he decided that the queuers weren’t moving away quickly enough from the side door after having gotten served. I actually saw him on quite a few occasions shouting abusively at people who had been served and who had already moved away – can you get stupider than ordering someone to move on when they have already moved on?

The first time I saw this piece of tripe in action I assumed SVP would soon drop him like a hot stone. That they wouldn’t tolerate this unstable dumb-assed moron using their charity as a podium from which to throw his weight around. But I was wrong, very wrong. I soon learned that SVP couldn’t care less about how their so-called “volunteers” carried on.

When the Irish fellow eventually found something better to do on a Friday evening he was replaced by equally vulgar male of Eastern European origin. This fellow was for all intents and purposes a Nazi. His task would have been to keep order in the queue while a colleague sitting in the van handed out baguettes and sandwiches.

But he went beyond his remit. When the queuers reached the side door they’d sometimes ask for a specific type of sandwich. This chap, though, didn’t tolerate these people asking for specific fillings as if they were buying lunch in Pret a Manger. He’d reach into the van like a frothing mouthed lunatic and grab a bunch of sandwiches and thrust one at the recipient with a side order of verbal abuse and spittle spraying from his mouth.

Believe it or not, St Vincent de Paul had this unstable loon with them for nigh on two months. And every Friday evening he acted the same. I don’t know why he eventually stopped “volunteering” with SVP every Friday, but I heard it was because one of the handout recipients got extremely annoyed with him and made as if to do him extreme harm. As we all know, the typical bully is also extremely cowardly and will always run away with tail between legs when challenged.

What I can tell you for certain is that he didn’t quit “volunteering” because London’s St Vincent de Paul found his behaviour unacceptable.  

This chap assaulted me whilst in the employ or volunteering for SVP.

Then a black chap (pic right) started showing up with this SVP charity team every Friday. He was also an unashamed bully but a bit worse than the other two because he went on to show he had no problem lashing out at people and assaulting them.

St Vincent de Paul put this fellow at their van’s side door where he did the double tasks of keeping the queue in order and handing out the food. After a few weeks I noticed this fellow had his favourites. Every so often he’d load specific people up with food and conduct a lengthy chap with them.

One Friday evening he really went overboard with one individual. He was chatting to this recipient and forcing sandwiches upon him, even after the person had repeatedly said he had had enough.

I was standing in the vicinity and I pointed out to this “volunteer” that there was at least fifty others waiting in the line and that perhaps he should give them all an option of getting some food as quickly as possible.

And what way did this dude react? He ran towards me and assaulted me. He struck me across the side of the head.

You might ask, did St Vincent de Paul find this behaviour unacceptable? Well, yes, they found it completely acceptable. They were informed that he assaulted me and yet they continued to have him as a “volunteer” for a very long time afterwards.  

This SVP employee/volunteer is enormously arrogant and obviously believes it’s alright for his colleagues to openly assault people.

This male (pic right) is either a regular volunteer or employee of SVP – my guess would be employee. On the evening the black chap assaulted me he was standing a few metres away. He witnessed the entire incident; actually came and interceded. His intercession, though, was solely on behalf of his colleague, the black dude. The fact that his colleague was after illegally and thuggishly assaulting a bystander didn’t bother him in the least.

It was afterwards that I took these photographs shown here and whilst doing so I had some interaction with this fellow. I found him to be an unbelievable arrogant POS. A nauseatingly condescending prick. I do really wonder where people like him get their god-like arrogance from. 

This is the same fellow shaking the assaulter's hand months after he had witnessed him strike me.

A SVP volunteer or employee who abusively warned me not to post his photo online :-)

I also had an interaction with this person (pic right) while taking these same photographs. I found him to be another arrogant POS. One evening when he saw that I was taking pictures he actually threatened me; warned me that I was not to publish them. He was arrogant and abusive while doing so. I asked him had he anything to say about his colleagues’ assault on me. He got extremely annoyed at being asked this and arrogantly denied that it had even happened.

I saw this man carrying a cross and piously parading along Oxford St a few years ago. He had a posse of the devout behind him. While the followers saw someone holy, I saw an utter hypocrite.

If her abuse isn’t taken she may attempt entice others to punish her challenger.

Pictured right is yet another highly abusive and sly POS that spent some time on the St Vincent de Paul platform dishing out abuse. On one occasion when a homeless person challenged her vitriol she made a brazen attempt to entice other homeless people to become involved. Her way of dealing with being challenged by her victim was to pretend that it was he who had initiated the abuse and not her.  

What trash like these described above soon realise when dealing with the homeless is that they can manipulate them. Some of these homeless and vulnerable people will be very quick to jump in and fight if they think it will give them advantage with those that give out free food and clothes – and these "volunteers" are well aware of this. The “volunteers” can then be abusive, sarcastic or insulting to a particular homeless person and if challenged or the insults returned they may – like the lady pictured above – then make an even louder scene in order to entice others to get involved.

What this “lady” was actually doing was threatening her challenger that she could (or perhaps would) get him beaten up by other homeless people if he objected to her vile behaviour.

On two occasions this arrogant little bully-boy had a go at me.

Then, as if to remove any doubt that London’s St Vincent de Paul has an ingrained culture of abuse, there’s this fellow picture right. One two occasions he approached me whilst I was stood on the sidelines of a SVP food handout at Lincoln’s Inn Fields. On both occasions there was litter which had been dropped by others in the vicinity of where I stood and this chap had the gall to approach and loudly accuse me of having dropped it. For good measure he then, on both occasions, decided to sarcastically berate me.

The first time he did this he got an earful. And I was amazed to see that he had the gall to come back and have another go. But I don't think he'd know any better because at than time he'd have been immersed in St Vincent de Paul's culture of bullying and abuse.

This list of people described above would view themselves as being “liberals”. They, I suspect, portray themselves to their neighbours and work colleagues as being oh-so-right-on as far as fairness and decency goes. When you pull back the rug with them, though, you’ll see nothing but a bunch of arrogant abusive hypocrites. They love to dish out sarcasm and abuse but are extremely thin skinned when it is returned – or even if there’s an indication that it might be returned.

Perhaps that’s why they are more normally known as snowflakes. When they don’t get their own way they meltdown quite easily.     

Roman Catholic Church of St Peter-in-Chains Stroud Green Parish, London, UK

St Peter’s Catholic Church of Stroud Green, Crouch Hill and Finsbury Park give the homeless and vulnerable food and beverages every Saturday evening in Lincoln’s Inn Fields, London.

The food and beverages, though, are not all they give. From my experience you’ll find that they might also have an Irish person on the team who’ll be eagerly dishing out abuse and sarcasm.

Below is an email which was sent informing this church about the conduct of three of their Irish volunteers:

Subject: Abusive and Bullying Irish Volunteers at Lincoln’s Inn Fields.

Dear sir/madam,

I contact you in relation to a food handout that is conducted on behalf of your church in Lincoln’s Inn Fields every Saturday evening at about 07:00 p.m.

Over time I have witnessed three different Irish volunteers being sarcastic and abusive to people that attend at this food handout.

I inform you that I intend photographing these three individuals and publishing their images and descriptions of their abuse and sarcasm on my blog, London’s Milieu.

And in future if I see or experience any of your volunteers being needlessly abusive to patrons I also shall photograph them and publish them on said blog.

I’d advise you to inform any of your future Irish volunteers that the high they get from bullying the vulnerable will last only a short time, while pictures and descriptions of their disgusting behaviour might remain online for years.

Best regards,

Green Light Medical Van, Hillsong Church, PO Box 29971, London SW6 2WX

Green Light sends a van to Lincoln’s Inn Fields to assist homeless people with medical problems. (Image: Green Light Website.)

Whilst passing through the north-east corner of Lincoln’s Inn Fields I was accosted by a drug addict. This person would have been drawn there by the food handouts that regularly set up stalls in the area.

The drug addict had asked me to give him some tobacco and when I informed him I had none he immediately became aggressive and insulting towards me. I have been harassed by this individual before and while weary of him I assume his bark is worse than his bite.

Seems the product doesn’t always do as it says on the tin. (Image: Green Light Website.)

The drug addict is about in his mid-fifties and ordinates in Kerry, Ireland. His mode of conduct towards me when I refused his request for tobacco was to run a short distance ahead of me and then taunt and insult me. And as I moved along towards him he’d skip further ahead and when feeling at a safe distance he’d again issue further insults and taunts to me.

Not only was the drug addict getting a thrill from abusing me, he was also very obviously getting a kick out of the attention his act of aggressive stupidity got from other people in the area. It seems he was getting two birds with the one stone. First, he was getting revenge on me for not giving him tobacco. Second, he was bigging-himself-up in front of the numerous other food handout clients that were at the time in the immediate vicinity.

 

For the most part this type of aggressive and idiotic conduct is all part and parcel of venturing through a food hand-out in London. Though there was something that wasn’t quite within accepted norms for this incident and that was the Green Light medical volunteer/employee who got great glee from sneering and laughing at the drug addict’s abuse of me.

This Green Light volunteer/employee isn’t shy in laughing at strangers.

This Green Light volunteer/employee (pictured right) didn’t make any attempt to hide his hilarity at seeing me being verbally abused, assailed and harassed by the unstable and mentally unbalanced drug addict.

Whilst he heartily sneered and laughed at my attempts to extricate myself from the company of my tormentor he had with him at least two colleagues, whom I am quite sure are also associated with Green Light. I believe part of the reason for his ridiculing laughter was to impress these colleagues.

 

When I saw the atrociously disgusting carry-on of this Green Light volunteer/employee I assumed he was with the Samaritans – this is the type of foul conduct I’ve come to expect from Samaritan volunteers.

I thus approached him and asked whom he represented and he, with astounding arrogance, informed me he was with Green Light. The narcissism emanated from every pore in his body.

I had a neighbour once with special needs who received a large financial pay-out after being in an accident. When he got the money he pranced around like he was God. He thought the windfall made him the bee’s knees and all his old friends were dropped whilst he attempted to climb to a higher social stratum.

I suspect this Green Light volunteer/employee has a similar mentality to this former special needs neighbour of mine. It seems he thinks that going out with a Green Light medical van into the midst of a horde of homeless people gives him carte blanche to belittle and sneer at them.

Or perhaps he has purposefully joined Green Light in order to be among vulnerable people whom he feels he can bully, belittle and sneer at? This isn’t so far-fetched as paedophiles are known to purposefully work their way into positions where they’ll have easy access to victims.

 

What was even worse with this Green Light “medical” team was that they had allowed a member of the vulnerable community to latch himself onto them. This person is male, quite large and goonish; and from what I’ve seen of him has an IQ that hovers somewhere around the South Pole.

I took a picture of the Green Light personnel in question and then took a photo of their vehicle. Whilst doing so I could hardly believe it when the goon began threatening and abusing me. From his short association with Green Light it seems he assumed he had authority to forbid people taking photographs in the public area.

At one stage he made towards me as if to attack me. Green Light staff/volunteers then tried to dissuade him be coaxing him and gently rubbing his arm. It would have been comical if not for the serious consequences if this goon – believing he had authority from Green Light to do so – attacked someone and seriously injured them or worse.

I’ve seen him involved in numerous physical fights. His modus operandi is to latch himself onto those who are conducting food and clothes handouts. When he has inveigled his way into their company he presents himself to the vulnerable community as being an authority figure. From this position he then finds it easier to throw his weight around and lord-it-over others in his peer group.

I can understand how this goon’s sly inveigling might work with ordinary people who go out on the street to give aid to the homeless. But I can’t understand how an outfit like Green Light, who presents itself as a medical group, could let a member of the vulnerable community latch himself onto them and then start to blatantly bully and abuse others in the area.

Samaritans, 46 Marshall St, Soho, London W1F 9BF & Lincoln’s Inn Fields

Two Samaritan volunteers: One can’t understand when they are not wanted and the other is something of a fishwife.

The Samaritans send volunteers out on the streets who, I suspect, are supposed to be of assistance if someone is feeling especially low or contemplating self-harm. These volunteers sometimes turn up in the area of food hand-outs and such like.

I’ve come across some of these volunteers, and I’d describe four of them whom I’ve encountered as being particularly unqualified for being in the profession of lifting people’s spirits.

The first was an Irish female who approached me out of the blue one evening. She was a vile, uppity, vulgar and an obviously ill-reared little brat. Quite clearly, she thought that the Samaritan’s badge which she was wearing gave her the right to patronise and be sarcastic to me. And just as clearly, I told the ignorant little scumbag to f-off.

I then approached a male volunteer about the conduct of this brat but was met with a flood of arrogance and aggressive dismissal.

Then a while ago I met this fellow (pictured right). He’s Irish. He showed up one evening and began to instruct people as to what they could talk about. I’m serious, he ordered me and some people I was speaking with to change the theme of our conversation. Obviously he didn’t like what we were saying.

He wasn’t polite about it, he told us to quit what we were speaking about from about 5 metres away with a headmasterly loudness and attitude. Like above female, he seemed to have the impression that representing the Samaritans gave him authority over others.

I emailed the Samaritans about his conduct. And thought at least that that would be the last time he stuck his nose into a conversation others and I was having.

But he did decide to have another go at cowering me. After a few months he again approached me with an arrogant smirk on his gob. He had a crony with him and began to speak patronisingly to me. I immediately and loudly told him I didn’t want anything to do with him. He then got a little annoyed at this – probably upset at not being kowtowed to in the presence of his crony – and aggressively asked me to repeat what I’d said. He definitely heard my second reply.

As if this wasn't bad enough, he again approached and spoke to me two weeks later. It’s as if it’s a challenge to him to get the better of me through a mixture of patronism and annoyance because I had previously made a complaint about him.

Getting alarmed about his provocation and his inability to understand I wanted nothing to do with him, I approached another Samaritan volunteer (pictured right) who was in the area.

I intended to request her to relay a message to her colleague, for her to let him know I wanted him to stay away from me and to refrain from speaking to me.

Immediately upon realising what I wanted, she lost her veneer of decency. And turned into an arrogant and sarcastic fishwife – she also seemed to me to have mild mental health issues that are somewhere on the spectrum of those with special needs.

She met my request with sarcasm and a blatantly sneering ridicule. She’s red-headed. I suspect she was annoyed because she viewed me as showing disrespect to, what is very probably, her fellow countryman mentioned above.

I also suspect she was annoyed because she’d met someone whom she couldn’t talk down to and patronise – as far as I have experienced, "they" like to meet “vulnerable” people who’ll accept without question their efforts at double-speak, sarcasm and sly abuse.

St Thomas of Canterbury, High Road, Woodford Green, Essex.

Thug that St Thomas’ sends out on their behalf.  

A crew from this church in Woodford Green calls on various occasions to Lincoln’s Inn Fields, London with a food handout. I’ve been there a few times as they conducted this handout and the behaviour of the volunteers always left a sour taste in my mouth.

A few of these charity workers are inclined to be arrogant and more than capable of winding up the people availing of the products that they share out. The problem, though, with needling vulnerable and homeless people is that a lot of them have emotional problems while some others will have mental health issues.

He displayed obvious aggression when he
realised he was being recorded.

The most common reaction I’ve seen after some of the crew members had wound up the patrons is that the latter will get quite boisterous and a little aggressive. This would then result in the crew members getting annoyed and condescending which, essentially, led to a merry-go-round of a few crew members pecking at the patrons who’d react by getting obstreperous and uncooperative.

Another disgusting habit some of St Thomas’ charity crew have is throwing food at people. On a good few occasions I’ve seem volunteers get huge hilarity out of tossing food at the people gathered at their handout in Lincoln’s Inn Fields.  

On any given night there could be anything up to 150 needy people gathered round the volunteer’s vehicle and it would take someone with the personality of a reptile to throw food into this crowd. And when you’d see how this group would squabble, fight and snatch for the food only a psychopath would continue to throw it at them.

St Thomas Church, Canterbury.

But continue to throw it they did, and for the most times they’d do it with a huge grin or sneer on their faces. While some of the homeless people wouldn’t have the mental capacity to be affected by this type of behaviour I’m quite sure others were. After all, it’s rude beyond belief to throw anything at another, but to throw food is exceedingly disgusting. You might throw food to a feral dog if you’re scared to approach him lest he’d bite, but you don’t throw food at humans – only ignorant ill reared morons do that.

I’d thought I’d seen it all with this particular group of charity volunteers but at their last visit to Lincoln’s Inn Fields they had a chap with them who really took the biscuit. This chap was of Goan provenance and it seemed to be his first time out with them but it took him less than 15 minutes to show himself to be a complete bully and thug.

A friend and I were standing in the proximity of where the handout was being conducted when a patron of the handout suddenly jostled me aside and attempted to grab a bag that my friend was holding. This came completely out of the blue and I pushed the grabber away and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing.  

Lincoln’s Inn Fields, London.

It turned out that the culprit thought that pushing me aside and grabbing the other man’s bag would be a funny thing to do – he had severe common-sense issues and wanted to give himself and his friends a laugh. I, being annoyed at being forcibly pushed aside, quite strongly remonstrated with him and he sheepishly withdrew.

The likes of this is to be expected when a large group gather at a food handout but what happened next was totally out of the ordinary, even for these events. Immediately after the grabber had withdrawn and the incident was closed the volunteer – he who I have already described as a thug – approached me and aggressively shouted that I wasn’t to speak to people like that.

Momentarily I was flummoxed at this idiots arrogance but I recovered and told him to mind his own bloody business and to get out of my personal space. This was when he showed his true colours: he blatantly stared into my face, clearly itching to strike me, while his eyes took on the strangest swiveling motions I’ve ever seen.

Jack Nicholson could portray swivel eyed loons.  

I told him again to push off and when he saw I wouldn’t be cowed he left – as most people eventually find out, bullies are egregiously cowardly. But then, after about 5 minutes, he came back and had a go at my friend. He was highly abusive towards him and I, seeing he was again totally in the wrong, intervened and asked him what his problem was. Then he turns on me, and again with psychotic swiveling eyes and his face twitching he starts to stare into my face while not uttering a word.

Then one of his colleagues from St Thomas’ became involved. But instead of attempting to restrain, talk sense or bring away this very unstable thug he decided my friend and I were at fault – and that he’d back the thug up. When this second chap’s bullying failed he then decided he was shutting down the handout early. He informed me of this in quite a loud manner; I can only assume he did this so as to falsely inform others that it was I who was solely responsible for them missing out on the products that were being distributed.

He seemed to have trouble restraining his thuggish
aggression as I recorded him.

I was annoyed enough by the first ignoramus but this second imbecile and his attempt to make me look responsible – in front of the patrons attending the handout – for having it finish before it had run its course made my blood boil.

So they closed up their van but before they left the thug, who had started the whole disgusting affair, again approached me and made another loud attempt to portray me as being responsible for having the food handout finish before its time.

What these two disgusting scumbags from St Thomas’ were attempting to do was to coerce the people who had attended for this handout to turn upon me. It’s clear to me that they wanted this gathering of vulnerable and homeless people to attack me either physically or verbally or probably both – and in a volatile situation like a food handout in Lincoln’s Inn Fields an attack or assault is very easily provoked.

The bully and troublemaker who started the thuggish event was so quick and ready to bully I can only assume he volunteered to go out with this charity with the sole intention of belittling and trampling on the vulnerable. His colleagues on this handout would have clearly heard and seen his first verbal attack on me; and would also have seen his unstable and thuggish response when I informed him that it was none of his business – I’ll never forget the strangely terrifying way his eyes swiveled and his face twitched.  

You’d think they’d then have taken some steps to rein him in, or at least kept an eye on him lest he do it again. But they didn’t. Some people who volunteer to attend food handouts do so in the belief that they’ve more rights than those who turn up to avail of the service, that they can abuse and belittle as they please. Yet others do so with the sole aim of seeking out vulnerable people they can walk on.