
WTF!
What the f0rk?
Although interestingly it doesnt detail how the details ended up on myspace!
A quiet birthday party in Chippenham, Wiltshire turned into a near-riot after details were posted on YouTube prompting over 100 uninvited teenagers to gatecrash the bash, Reuters reports. During the ensuing fracas, engineer David Worthy, 53, was punched in the face "when he tried to turn away a group of youths", his son Stephen …
...MySpace, FaceBook etc is to NEVER, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, publish ANYTHING. Ever. At all. :P
Imho sites like these are as much social networking as they are social engineering. They cater to and provide extremely easy access for self-indulgent self-aggrandisement, and faaaaaaaaaar too many numptys are willing to post their life stories/bank details/crime sprees for all the world to see.
Any article like this gets huge numbers of posts all agreeing that gatecrashers/criminals/etc are complete tossbags, which, by the way, I wholeheartedly agree with. There is never a "wow, how cool" type post that isn't sarcastic so what I want to know is where these people hang out? Is there a social networking site devoted to these idiots, where they brag about all the stupid stuff they've done? Maybe I just don't circulate in these areas, but I've never seen that sort of thing. That means that these idiots either know that they're doing something monumentally forked up and wrong that they are ashamed to tell anyone about it, or I luckily seem to dodge these sites.
Anyway, it would be interesting to see, and try to understand the mindset of someone like this.. And maybe find out where they live etc etc...
In my day, we held these things in barns, empty garages, hayfields, and the like - you could get all manner of stupid without gross property damage, and the only beverages available were what you brought with you, so when the beer runs out, well, no one's raiding your pa's 20-year old whiskey. If you wanted to smash crockery, ya had to bring yer own, and so on - Plus you could play the music REAL LOUD and there's no one to complain. You could even bring a live band if you wanted - all you need is a portable generator and one big burly dude with an attitude to watch over it (that was usually me).
There's no sense of tradition or planning these days.
Feh.
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(We need an 'Old Geezer' icon... maybe one about walking uphill, barefoot, in the snow, both ways)
What a brill idea. Simply advertise party innocently on t'internet in anonymous location then ensure that a large group of tooled up vigilante types are lying in wait to dispense some rough justice to the ensuing throng.
Not only do the scumbags bring themselves in for a good kicking but they've probably got a ton of 'Lizzy Duke to hand over for smelting.
It's astonishing really how far down the evolutionary ladder the latest batch of beer boy spawn have fallen.
A few decades ago this lot would have been restricted to West Ham matches and a special kind of pub that doubled as a playground for chavs and crusties to beat the crap out of each other.
Unfortunately it seems society forgot to neuter them and they've littered the entire country with their offspring.
I would say add this to the Orwellian government as another reason I won't return to live in good old Blighty. However the truth is I haven't applied for the appropriate travel papers, so I can't leave the Communist States of American even if I wanted to.
Ok. It seems like even after the first incident (the MySpace dork), kids haven't learned yet the lesson: SOCIAL NETWORKS ARE PUBLIC!!! 2 years ago my sister got a major scolding by me and my mom when Mum found out she had put her full home address in the MSN profile.
Hell, I usually don't even put my full surname in most sites ;) and most places I do place a Location field, usually have Mexico City there. (Find me! I challenge you! bwahahahaha)
Last time I did a party-by-invite (5 years ago), someone decided to do some rumpy-pumpy in my bedroom, get the dog drunk, steal my pencam (but not the USB cable), make out in my sister's closet ... let's say that my mom was not very happy back then. And that was *without* using electronic media.
Oh, and those two punks who went to my previous apartment and thrashed the place because they were drunk and "felt like thrashing around". The landlord was not happy either. Did I mention they were not even *my* guests? They were my roommates' guests.
Can you see a trend here? More unknown people == more damage.
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington DC 20500.
Print this invite and show this to the usher at the back gate.
The theme for this party is "V for Vendetta." In the event that this party cannot take place, we will try to host this again on November 5th. Costumes are mandatory.
Let the games begin between the gatekeepers and the gatecrashers.
(Yes, this a joke, the above address is the Presidential Mansion (White House) for BushCo and has plenty of US Secret Service guards to defend the gates.)
this is what happens when kids have no discipline or boundries in their lives. David, being on his own property and faced with a gang of teenage dickheads, should have punched the biggest twat really hard in the face and they would have all run away, at least thats always worked for us
Sarah
We had this kind of thing in the past without any interwebs it's likely not going to go away any time soon hey at least they didn't burn the house down like they did a friends parents house when I was teen bad people showed up and caught the deck on fire all without a social networking site even existing at the time.
I clearly remember virtually every single teen house party I ever attended ending in much the same way, and that was well before the advent of social networking (and indeed the widespread ownership of PCs) and mobile phones.
The few that didn't end this way were prevented from doing so by the application of a) prevention in the form of common sense, or b)cure, in the form of unconstrained violence against interlopers.
In this case it seems that since neither of these worked (always a possibility), an extension of b) is required, viz finding out which little shitwit posted the details to the web, beating the living shit out of them, and then continuing to extract retribution by a weekly posting of *their* address as a party location. Lets see them explain that to mum and dad eh ?
But then, I'm old fashioned, me.
P.S I must add my voice to the big pile of requests for an 'old codger' type icon.
I know I didn't go to many parties in my younger days, but I never went to any at all that had people trashing things or randomly making out or shagging in whatever room they found empty.
I guess it could be that we're in the country though, and most of the rowdy parties were held out in empty paddocks (owned by one of the "hosts" parents). Nothing to break there except a few cars (and even then it's usually a fair walk first).
And the shagging was always just done in a dark quiet area or the back of a car or ute.
for the first few hours the 1st XV forwards would watch the door in shifts and charge everyone 50p to get in, chavs stayed away generally, but we still had a party where the cops were called because some idiot started pulling slates off the roof and throwing them at the next door neighbour's car. Seen lots of stuff broken at parties as well, tables mostly, also a vhs that ended up with a porno jammed in it. The guy who was hosting the party had to get out a screwdriver and take it apart to get the tape out.
We had a similar incident at my 21st, we got our hands on an old tram shed warehouse.. thingy.. via a mates old man. Details of my party got out via SMS, graffiti on trains, burnt out cars, messages tapped out on the faces of their lovely ladies by fist, all the the usual methods the Australian version of the chav, a bogan, uses to communicate, and all sorts of filth started showing up. What these all sorts of filth didn't expect was a party full of Goths (wow.. Firefox auto spell insisted there is a capitol G on goth, are they finally mainstream?), metal heads and medievalists, all of whom are angry at the best of times.
After the blokes that were loitering around the front bounced the first dozen or so, they actually pulled a flank maneuver, trying to get in the front and back at the same time. We had about 60 people there at the peak who quickly delivered some shock and awe, but yeah, it got kind of nasty for a moment or 3 there. Most of these stretch nuts are all mouth and useless unless in a pack, and if your pack is bigger than theirs they tend to back off anyway. needless to say a lot of the blood on the footpath outside was theirs, not ours. I'm still hearing details of that party that I didn't see or wasn't sober enough to absorb 5 years on. Grooooool times baby. Seriously kids, warehouse parties are the shit.
Lester is a hot name. Lets have babies.