Frothers Unite! UK

Monkeyborg wrote:Phantasmal Frothers drive bys were an imagined thing waaaaay before Troutbake. But yeah, Bill's paranoia certainly gets the better of him.

No doubt. Bit AFAIK, Troutbake was the only organized attempt by Frothers members to provoke an imagined drive-by in Willie's wee fevered brain.

Or were there others?

I wouldn't call Troutbake 'organised', more like a shared meme by a few here. It just happened to work and push Billious's buttons.

There haven't been any others that I'm aware of. It's usually only lone gunman style shenanigans, but even they've diminished over time. Like you said, it's really just a myth.

Sane Max wrote:But to be frank getting upset and posting 'THAT'S IT, I AM LEAAAAVING at having to verify your email address once a year is pretty much the Worst Spazzout Ever.

Very true. But plays into Bill's clammy hands beautifully.

Monkeyborg wrote:I wouldn't call Troutbake 'organised', more like a shared meme by a few here. It just happened to work and push Billious's buttons.

There haven't been any others that I'm aware of. It's usually only lone gunman style shenanigans, but even they've diminished over time. Like you said, it's really just a myth.

There were a few outbursts of drive-bys when Bill was refusing to stop his co-religionist Doug banging on about how 'all normal men find girls under the age of 16 sexy' or condemn him for it. How many were by Frothers? I dunno, I suspect his assumption may be erroneous as that episode outraged half the war-gaming internet, not just Frothers filth.

Sane Max wrote:But to be frank getting upset and posting 'THAT'S IT, I AM LEAAAAVING at having to verify your email address once a year is pretty much the Worst Spazzout Ever.

It is a bit drama queen but it could be more to do with a sudden realization that Billy's "privacy policy? what privacy policy?" shenanigans have left everyone who is using a "proper" email address on TMP open to having their address sold to "marketing companies".
His attempt to make money from Google ads could only be the beginning...

To be fair to Bill, there were a noticeable number of drive-by posts during the recent editor-related "scandals", but the reality seemed to be that they were most likely his own membership freaking out about "girl" editors and then "transgendered" editors.

frotherPest wrote:To be fair to Bill, there were a noticeable number of drive-by posts during the recent editor-related "scandals", but the reality seemed to be that they were most likely his own membership freaking out about "girl" editors and then "transgendered" editors.

Exactly. None were ORGANISED by Frothers. Actual coordinated Frothers drive bys are a fallacy. What individuals do is up to them.

But Bill definitely got a few good ol' boys to spam here. And they got sent packing.

There's a bit of historical context missing from this latest discussion. Gwart had the vile Bill Armintrout well sussed from a very early stage. I think he was setting up sock puppets and causing Armintrout hassle before Frothers was even created. Then he was one of the FU:UK founders (? Or very early member?).

So Wanker William had it in for Frothers from day 1. Later FU:UK became a haven for all the people thrown out of PMT, initially those who didn't think that paedophilia belonged on a "family" website, but eventually all sorts of scum ended up here.

Armintout always had a demented Frother obsession, remember him accusing The Rev of being Gwart?

Frothers' Drive by:

Four blokes pile into a 1985 Mini Metro that one of them borrowed from his sister in-law. They make a wrong turn off the M25 somewhere in the vicinity of Romford and end up driving in circles through Dagenham for two hours, arguing viciously about the provenance of the GPS that one them bought at a car boot sale before eventually emerging back in Romford where they repair to a pub. After a lengthy sojourn in said hostelry, they get back into the car where another fight breaks out about the quality of the Scotch eggs just consumed. The one with the Welsh accent whines incessantly about feeling car sick.

Eventually they arrive at their destination (well more or less) where the driver doing his best Mockney impression of Bob Hoskins declares that he feels 'well 'ard' and being 'all tooled up' when the penny drops and they realise that this being Britain and they being frothers don't even have a TV licence between them let alone firearms. They abandon their quest, drive on to Canvey Island and set up a business making goat porn.

TMP Drive by.

Four heavily armed fat blokes try and pile into a 1978 Chevy Corsa, complete with disabled sticker and a vague smell of chicken, that they borrowed from Bill. They don't fit and their leader has trouble operating the door handles. They argue in the car park for about twenty minutes before shooting each other. Bill blames frothers

tsk...no Corsa to be found in 'mericuh, is there?

Methinks a pick-em-up-truck...?