Bombs
A grey, rainy winter’s evening, on a Tuesday, in Liverpool was probably not the best time to take mushrooms. Yet, having a few left over from the weekend, myself and one of my housemates thought fuck it, why not.
We made a tea and ate the remainder and settled in for the effect. As we began to feel buzzy we decided we needed to get out of our scabby student house and felt it was imperative that we had a mission. We asked another housemate, who was hard at work on an essay, for a mission and the best thing he could come up with was getting to go to the petrol station for a can of coke. Still it was better than spending any longer in the shit pile we lived in so we left in to the cold dark night.
Our road ran perpendicular to the main road (Smithdown road for any of you who know the area) and as we were approaching it we were surprised to see that it was very quiet. Incredably quiet in fact. To be honest there were no cars or people at all. Bear in mind as it is a student area there is always someone around and it was only about 8pm. Finding it a bit a strange yet strangkly hilarious we approached and started walking towards the garage. It was then that we noticed all the police cars (5 and a riot van), ambulences (3) and a firetruck blocking the road a bit further up. We nonchalantly walked up and bought the coke and were just heading back when a policeman stopped us. He asked where we were going and we told him our address and he told us that we had to go the long way round.
“Why?” we asked trying to be serious,
“Because there’s been a bomb threat” was his reply.
Ah.

There followed a serious discussion of is our safe, who would do such a thing, etc. Very sensible. The only problem was that the copper’s face was morphing in and out of being a wolf and Pinocchio with small stars whizzing round his head. It took all my self control to try and reach out and grab his nose as it slowly sailed past my ear.

Finally he let us go, just before I asked him if having pointy ears helped keep his hat on and we walked quickly back to our house. On arrival we ran straight to our mate to tell to come outside as it’s really as no one is around and there’s a bomb threat and wolf policemen and EVERYTHING!
Slightly dubious he follows us outside and walks with us up to the main street which was, as usual filled with cars and people with not a single cop, ambulance or firetruck. No one else we spoke to who lives in the area had noticed anything happen that night. If I was by myself I would put it down to hallucinations, but with two of us?
(ab1kenobe, Tue 21 Sep 2010, 15:52, 4 replies)

Quiet?

(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Tue 21 Sep 2010, 16:51, closed)

Quite

(Tighthead, Tue 21 Sep 2010, 17:02, closed)

very quite

(ab1kenobe, Wed 22 Sep 2010, 11:12, closed)

Since I edited it...
...these comments make little sense. But were points well made at the time. Thank you.
(ab1kenobe, Wed 22 Sep 2010, 11:13, closed)

That
I like. Good stuff.

It could be that they'd simply gone during the time you went the long way 'round?
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 22 Sep 2010, 9:10, closed)

Could well have been
But we were gone for 10mins max (although perhaps the shrooms made us think it was only 10mins) and there was police tape and lots of people etc. Who knows.
(ab1kenobe, Wed 22 Sep 2010, 11:14, closed)