Breakin' The Law'I'd taken some mushrooms in a pub,' writes Allen Smithee, 'and things had got a bit odd. People turning into goblins, barstools into toadstools etc. I wandered off from my friends and found myself in a carpark. I noticed a huge liquorice allsort driving towards me and Bertie Basset got out. I kinda realised that Bertie was a policeman and my brain went into paranoid fast forward. I decided that I must be being arrested and said, "I'll just get in the back of your car, Officer" Bertie looked at me with disgust, "Not bleeding likely sunshine. Just piss off home ok?"'
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rob, Wed 7 Jan 2004, 20:34)
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The joys of embassy policeWhen I was a scummy student (as opposed to a scummy academic ;) one of my mates lived in a UCL hall on Cromwell Road in London, more or less opposite the Nat. History Museum .... and so more or less next door to the French Embassy ... which tends to have nice policeymen with nasty guns outside ... this is important ;)
one night, party going on, first floor room has a balcony overlooking Cromwell Road (or the A4 if you will) some happy baby oragutans turn up and start throwing bottles at traffic ... I'm on the ground floor in a room having a "recreational cigarette" with a mate.... oh and there's a bag with about 200 small white pills with the logo of a certain jap car company on them ... when the police decide they've had enough and half boot the door of the hall down going "open up-armed police" ... luckily the pills disappeared on top of the wardrobe and the police only went after the bottle throwers but it took weeks to get the stains out of my trews .....
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the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Thu 8 Jan 2004, 16:06,
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