The BMW in the left image belongs to one of my former neighbours, your stereotypical 'roid-filled gym-n-drugs twat who last year brutally assaulted his long-suffering girlfriend in the street in the wee small hours. I received a courts summons to testify against him as a witness as my wife and I had to give evidence after the event, as well as placate his terrified other half who, at the time, told us "This has been happening for years. He has my passport and bank cards. He knows dangerous people." At some point yesterday he returned, only to find his car clamped, presumably since he was too busy juicing up to concern himself with tax, insurance etc. Somewhat depressingly, the case was thrown out, either for insufficient evidence or due to her not pressing charges.
The car lay clamped through Wednesday before he and his pals returned at 1am this morning, angle-grinding the clamp off. Whilst sparks flew into the muggy Edinburgh night, I ran out onto our balcony, sans pants or glasses, and he looked up at me briefly, shouting something in Polish. I did not have my camera, just as I did not have my camera on the night last year when he tried to strangle his partner, pulling her to the ground so forcefully that her breasts were exposed through her ripped top and her head smashed into a wall.
These photos were taken some 16 hours apart, hence the position of the sun making for different light.
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The BMW in the left image belongs to one of my former neighbours, your stereotypical 'roid-filled gym-n-drugs twat who last year brutally assaulted his long-suffering girlfriend in the street in the wee small hours. I received a courts summons to testify against him as a witness as my wife and I had to give evidence after the event, as well as placate his terrified other half who, at the time, told us "This has been happening for years. He has my passport and bank cards. He knows dangerous people." At some point yesterday he returned, only to find his car clamped, presumably since he was too busy juicing up to concern himself with tax, insurance etc. Somewhat depressingly, the case was thrown out, either for insufficient evidence or due to her not pressing charges.
The car lay clamped through Wednesday before he and his pals returned at 1am this morning, angle-grinding the clamp off. Whilst sparks flew into the muggy Edinburgh night, I ran out onto our balcony, sans pants or glasses, and he looked up at me briefly, shouting something in Polish. I did not have my camera, just as I did not have my camera on the night last year when he tried to strangle his partner, pulling her to the ground so forcefully that her breasts were exposed through her ripped top and her head smashed into a wall.
These photos were taken some 16 hours apart, hence the position of the sun making for different light.
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