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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Have yet to be arrestedHowever, I've had a few iffy moments.
Lamest was attempting to score weed late one drunken night in Soho. As the dealer and I walked along Soho Square, two or three cars suddenly lit up their headlights on us, and I had about four coppers *drag* me away and pin me up against the wall. Apparently, they thought I was dealing to the DEALER, despite the fact I was pissed as a fart and barely capable of coherant speach. Main geezer (very strange - not only had 70's BIG hair, but also wearing a tyedie t-shirt) told me EXACTLY where to walk to and get a bus. I caught a taxi halfway.
Scariest, and yet the most lame, involved my first time on acid. We ran out of cigarettes at three in the morning, and so headed to the local petrol station, all the way running through the possible scenarious between us - "Oh, you don't take credit cards, OK, here's some cash" and so on. Alas, the one possibility we hadn't considered was now in front of us - a very shaken staff member, two police vans and a couple of bullet holes in the serving compartment.
We ran. Fast.
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dr goodthrust, Fri 9 Jan 2004, 19:37,
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