After reading Dr Sideburns post
I remembered. Went to a squat party in Brixton a few years ago. Typical night of mass pill/speed consumption and dancing like some sort of deranged weirdo to filthy, filthy acid techno. Anyhoo, left at about 7am, and got the tube back to Charing Cross, via McDonalds on the Strand. There was about 5 of us, 3 girls and me and a mate. We're quite happily sitting drinking our tea when a couple of rozzers walk in and up to the counter. We didn't think anything of it, but there van seemed to sit oputside for rather a long time, which did raise my suspicions somewhat. So, we leave
McD's for the station. As we get outside the van pulls away, drives ahead of us and cuts right in front of us as we walk into the station. Shit, we think. So out get 3 coppers, two male and one female. in the police's defence, this chap had to be the nicest policeman I have ever met. He started asking me the usual, where we'd been what we'd been doing etc. He starts to search me, so I volunteer to take off my shoes, and jacket and the like to make it easier for him. "Do you take drugs?" he asks. Can't lie. Pupils like fucking saucers. "Yes" I proudly reply. I've got 5 pills in the change section of my wallet. Next thing he takes is my wallet and starts going thru it. "So, how are you getting home then?" "Train", "Do you have a ticket" " I most certainly do" Grab my wallet back from copper and show him my train ticket. Phew!! The only place he didn't look was the change section of the wallet, where the pills were, thank fuck. Turns out that another large group of equally mashed people had made some comment to the old bill in McD's and they thought it was us, the fuckers. The other copper told my mate to follow him, so he dropped his stash bag as he walking behind him. Coppers fuck off, mate goes and picks up his stash bag, we pop a cheeky half, and get on the train home.
1-0 to us then, but a close shave nonetheless.
:)
( D3xt3r Don't take any guff from these fucking swine...., Thu 8 Jan 2004, 17:43, Reply)