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.

Danny Maher, CEO, Ashford Place, Cricklewood, London.

Danny Maher: I hope he wasn’t drunk when he had his Paddy fit and sent his threatening email to me.

I couldn’t believe it when on the 17 September, 2015 I received a two sentence threatening email from Danny Maher, the CEO of Ashford Place, Cricklewood, London. 

I responded to this a few days later but Maher failed to elaborate or give any justification for his allegations of “abusive actions”, or give dates on which they were supposed to have occurred.

By sending me this childish email – just seven days after I published a blog post about his mentally unstable and extremely aggressive receptionist – Maher proves, with a pronounced certainty, that he has the mentality of a wild Irish jackass.

This is Danny Maher’s fatuous and threatening email.

In it this Irishman says: “I have read your various communications and am very concerned by your abusive actions against my staff”. On the one hand I was glad to see that he had finally gotten round to reading my complaints about his monkey-esque and vulgar staff in Ashford Place, albeit, it was 2 years or more after my complaint was made.

Though in the same sentence he goes on to accuse me of having committed “abusive actions against staff” in Ashford Place. My “various communications” with Maher and Ashford Place was through electronic mail so it’s quite hilarious he should allege I somehow managed to inflict “abusive actions against” his “staff” via this medium.

Perhaps Maher and his Irish colleagues believe I have the magical power of leprechauns and can project “abusive actions” through cyberspace?

I requested Maher to elaborate on his accusations
but, in good old Irish fashion, he declined.

The second sentence of this man’s email is testimony to his extreme ignorance, his ineducability and his provenance. The way he worded this sentence shows his allegations against me to be complete lies.

If someone has committed acts of abuse against staff does the CEO wait over 2 years before responding? And then deal with it by reminding the transgressor that such actions are unacceptable and that if the abuse recurs he’ll take legal action?

Why this shameless Irishman (Maher) sent this email and what he was really upset about was my blog post which tells of his ignorant, uneducated and mentally unstable staff and volunteers – and the fact that I informed Brent authorities about his staff’s vile disgusting conduct.

Here is Maher’s ignorant, psychotic and
highly aggressive Irish receptionist.

That I went to the trouble of taking photos of his dumb and psychotic Irish receptionist (pictured right) would have caused him to send this threatening communication in a flurry of indignation and anger – basically, he had a Paddy fit.

The whole point of Maher’s two sentence email was to threaten me with the words “legal action”. The very mention of these two words was supposed to scare me into taking down anything I had published online relating to Ashford Place, his disgusting mentally dysfunctional staff and, most importantly, himself.

You see, Mr Maher is a two-bit witless prick from provincial Ireland and when one of these make it into the hierarchy of a nondescript charity in the UK it goes to their heads. Like his receptionist he probably has innate bullying tendencies (provincial Ireland was most likely where bullies were first created) and would have been aghast that someone had the temerity to publish details that outlined and highlighted their atrociously crazed, stupid and animalistic behaviour.

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.