Well, our new nigbours are now well and truly ensconced in their new abode. So far, we’ve seen and heard none of the telltale signs of infestation: no litter, no loud bongo music, no flash hoopties parked across our driveway- nothing yet, so we’re keeping our fingers crossed that they’re toeing the line, perhaps because they feel out of place and don’t want to risk upsetting their neighbouring whiteys. We did, however, hear this story from the builder who did some alterations to their house, and if you want something that succinctly sums up the character of the nigger, you couldn’t do much better than this.

This man is a very skillfull, conscientious builder, whom we’ve known since he renovated our place after we bought it, back in 2012. He does a good job, finishes on schedule, charges a fair price, and is a nice guy. We’ve had him back a few times lately for some minor fixes and modifications, and on his last visit, he told us this story. He was still a bit shaken up from the encoonter.

The nigs wanted some quite extensive alterations made to their house, and the cost came to over £30,000. Like any good craftsman, our builder friend made a detailed survey of the house, and produced an exact schedule showing what work needed to be done, the cost, and the time of completion. Payment was to be 50% in advance, and the rest upon completion, as is normal for most building work, I think. The buck paid his deposit, signed the schedule, and work commenced. As it went on, the builder sent regular reports and photos, so that the nigs could see exactly how the work was progressing.

Upon completion, the fambly moved in, and our builder friend went to check that all was OK, and collect the balance of his fee. As you might expect, this is when the trouble started.

First of all, the buck and his sow wife denied all knowledge of having hired the builder or commissioned any work. They denied having made any advance payment, although their was a bank draft in the builder’s account showing exactly when the said payment was made. When the builder pulled out the schedule with the buck’s signature on it, the two of them went immediately into cat 4 chimp out mode: “Ah don’ know who you are- Ah never gave you no authority tuh cum intah mah house- Ah din’ want no buildin’ work done- we don’ owe you nuffin- get outta our house now— etc.”

Our friend could see that he was not going to get anywhere, so he left, with an unpaid debt of over £15,000 hanging on his shoulders.

He now has to go through the long, drawn-out, expensive and difficult procedure of taking the niggers to court to reclaim his money. Of course it will be easy to prove that the debt exists; he has a record of the down payment, and the buck’s name, address and signature on the work schedule. If you’ve ever tried to reclaim money through the UK courts, however, you’ll know that having proof is only a small part of the story. The nigger can delay the process by months or years, just by denying everything until the case eventually comes to court. Then, when judgement is entered against him, there begins the process of actually extracting the money. If he doesn’t have it, that can either be a complete waste of time and more money, or can involve bringing in bailiffs to seize goods or, ultimately, have his house repossessed and sold.

The only bright light ahead is the possibility that the last eventuality may come about- that the nogs have to sell up and move in order to clear the debt.

We moved here, partly to get away from the increasing fuxation in London, where we used to live. We’re both aged 50+, have worked and saved hard to be able to afford this house, and were looking forward to spending the rest of our lives here. We’re not going to be forced out by a bunch of coons, but just knowing that they’re there has cast a blight upon our lives. I’m not normally one for expletives, but in this case, all I can say to sum up is— fucking niggers.