Jack Tweed is facing rape allegations
Guilty until proven even more guilty
Tue, 13/04/2010 - 10:19 by Mr. HMDetails of the rape allegations against Jack Tweed emerged in court yesterday and it's fair to say, he doesn't sound like the nicest young man in the world. *Chanelle slowly edges towards fire exit*
Snaresbrook Crown Court heard that Tweed raped a 19 year old woman twice before his friend, who had been holding the door shut and blocking her escape, made it three in a row.
Her lawyer said:
"(she) made it plain to both defendants that she was not interested in them sexually".
"(They) were predatory and, whether they agreed this or not, they seemed to work together".
"She was now beginning to become very nervous and scared."
"Her friends tried to get into the room but they were told to go away and that made her more scared."
The icing on the cake:
"Anthony Davis held the door shut, saying to Jack Tweed: 'Don't worry Jack, I've got the door, do what you've got to do'."
Both Tweed and Davis deny the charges.
Good luck with that you pricks.
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Who cares? Let the cunt squirm, I reckon he'll try to get Jackieieieieieieeeeey to give him a shoulder to cry on and a good character reference (giggle) - obviously the only one she has remaining....
Yes, but what if they're a 'closet paki' like Koshmar? Sorry. Shan't start again.
Just a hunch and I hate to say this as much as I hate this creep but the girl might just have been fibbing, safe in the knowledge that Tweed's too thick to fight his way out of a paper bag let alone a rape allegation. The estate agent? He's probably in on the scam.
According to one of my fellow jurors on a recent murder trial, you can tell if the defendant is guilty by the colour of his skin. A lot easier than trying to estimate how pointy his head is. Plus it saves all that tedious listening to evidence.
Mr Tesco is absolutely convinced that he can 'tell if someone's a cunt' from their face. This approach of his has a 7/10 success rate, so I'm inclined to agree with you ladies. Where can I sign this 'Evil is in thy Physiognomy, Strumpet' petition? It's like the pre-crime thing in Minority Report, but less shit.
Hey, Meryl. I've always wanted to revive those 'physical traits = bad/good" stuff from the Victorian age. I have a friend who has a gap between her front teeth and she's a right whore. And you know when you meet someone and they have one of those really tall heads and 'yay' they turn out to be really philosophical. It's all true and hairlines are in there I reckon as tell tale signs. You are right. What was it called? phrenology or something. You could then go to bed with someone and feel their head and know whether or not they were any good. Or feel both and decide if they were any good sociopath and sexually speaking. Bring it back I say. And flogging. And hanging. And limited edition lithographs of women with ringlets looking over their shoulder while putting their naked leg on a chair.
Don't worry. From what I'm reading here - as in where I am, not 'here' as in HERE, there is a glut of people selling but no one wants to buy. So all those estate agents have kind of got a big hard ons anticipating sale, sale, sale, but the most Anthony's colleagues can expect is sticking their piece through a tight letter box and making a stain on the stripped pine the other side. This is not a euphemism. I think that's what they do actually. Scum.
Sigh, just when you thought a man couldn't be any more despicable, you go and reveal that he's an estate agent. For that alone he deserves a beating, even before he gets the appropriate 'treatment' for whatever else he's done.
And let's not forget his prick of a partner, Anthony Davis - who, when not raping teenagers, holds the admirable position of an estate agent.
Here's hoping these two evil cunts get a long stretch at Belmarsh and a regular arse-pounding by Fister Fred and his lifer mates on landing 4.
He's got one of those hairlines that starts really far back, just like Ian Huntley. Spooky that.
Nice mac. Sort of suits him and the circumstances. Let's just hope he isn't using the chambers Docherty does. Slippery cunts the lot of them. And I don't mean that in a good way.
Message to the Judge and Jury: 'Do what you've got to do'. Please let this vile shit get locked up properly this time.
He really is a massive cunt isn't he... if its not attacking 16 year olds with golf clubs its raping women... not really sure for an encore but am sure it involved children and bondage gear. Cant wait for them to throw him into general population and see how much he loves being someone's bitch... couldnt happen to a nicer guy.
He really is a massive cunt isn't he... if its not attacking 16 year olds with golf clubs its raping women... not really sure for an encore but am sure it involved children and bondage gear. Cant wait for them to throw him into general population and see how much he loves being someone's bitch... couldnt happen to a nicer guy.
Message to the Judge and Jury: 'Do what you've got to do'. Please let this vile shit get locked up properly this time.
Nice mac. Sort of suits him and the circumstances. Let's just hope he isn't using the chambers Docherty does. Slippery cunts the lot of them. And I don't mean that in a good way.
He's got one of those hairlines that starts really far back, just like Ian Huntley. Spooky that.
And let's not forget his prick of a partner, Anthony Davis - who, when not raping teenagers, holds the admirable position of an estate agent.
Here's hoping these two evil cunts get a long stretch at Belmarsh and a regular arse-pounding by Fister Fred and his lifer mates on landing 4.
Sigh, just when you thought a man couldn't be any more despicable, you go and reveal that he's an estate agent. For that alone he deserves a beating, even before he gets the appropriate 'treatment' for whatever else he's done.
Don't worry. From what I'm reading here - as in where I am, not 'here' as in HERE, there is a glut of people selling but no one wants to buy. So all those estate agents have kind of got a big hard ons anticipating sale, sale, sale, but the most Anthony's colleagues can expect is sticking their piece through a tight letter box and making a stain on the stripped pine the other side. This is not a euphemism. I think that's what they do actually. Scum.
Hey, Meryl. I've always wanted to revive those 'physical traits = bad/good" stuff from the Victorian age. I have a friend who has a gap between her front teeth and she's a right whore. And you know when you meet someone and they have one of those really tall heads and 'yay' they turn out to be really philosophical. It's all true and hairlines are in there I reckon as tell tale signs. You are right. What was it called? phrenology or something. You could then go to bed with someone and feel their head and know whether or not they were any good. Or feel both and decide if they were any good sociopath and sexually speaking. Bring it back I say. And flogging. And hanging. And limited edition lithographs of women with ringlets looking over their shoulder while putting their naked leg on a chair.
Mr Tesco is absolutely convinced that he can 'tell if someone's a cunt' from their face. This approach of his has a 7/10 success rate, so I'm inclined to agree with you ladies. Where can I sign this 'Evil is in thy Physiognomy, Strumpet' petition? It's like the pre-crime thing in Minority Report, but less shit.
According to one of my fellow jurors on a recent murder trial, you can tell if the defendant is guilty by the colour of his skin. A lot easier than trying to estimate how pointy his head is. Plus it saves all that tedious listening to evidence.
Just a hunch and I hate to say this as much as I hate this creep but the girl might just have been fibbing, safe in the knowledge that Tweed's too thick to fight his way out of a paper bag let alone a rape allegation. The estate agent? He's probably in on the scam.
Yes, but what if they're a 'closet paki' like Koshmar? Sorry. Shan't start again.
Who cares? Let the cunt squirm, I reckon he'll try to get Jackieieieieieieeeeey to give him a shoulder to cry on and a good character reference (giggle) - obviously the only one she has remaining....