I was a teenager - probably 15
And all I had was a bit of weed on me, but that was enough to get nicked.

It didn't help that I was still quite stoned when I got a pull from the Old Bill and that trip to the police station in the van was shocking - I had to support my head with my hands the whole distance. Nightmare.

Offered legal representation (as is the norm), I couldn't see past getting my older brother down to the police station to start building my case, I felt he'd be the best person to help me. Rightly or wrongly.

So there I am, banged up and feeling sick and a copper has been allocated to me, and he's spouting all manner of questions trying to get a confession from me. 'Who did I buy the drugs from?' being his main line of attack. Of course I wasn't going to tell him that as, whilst i'd get released, someone else would end up getting nicked.

Worse than my nausia, request for my brother, angry copper and the underlying feeling that I should have stopped in that day, is the fact my Mother then turned up.

Talk about kick a man when he's down, telling me I should be ashamed, how I've damaged the family name and how my old man would kick me out the house if he found out what I'd done.

The incident is recorded in more detail at the link pasted below.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ-mpul94eo
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Thu 3 Jun 2010, 16:43, Reply)