Nicked!
So, we attended the funeral of my friends brother. After the wake we had to take a bus home. Four of us got on the bus and went upstairs and sat at the back, lost in our thoughts and obviously quite upset by the whole thing. We hadnt really noticed or acknowledged the many yoofs on the top deck, muttering amongst themselves. Then we did notice them eyeing us suspiciously. They numbered about 12.
Then the group mentality kicked in and they decided to provoke us with taunts about our suits, being white, being pussies...and on and on. Then, one by one, they took their belts off and wrapped them around their fists and started towards us. They piled in, the bus ground to a stop and after a few minutes of fending off blows we heard the sirens.
We managed to fight our way down the stairs and off the bus to meet the cops while our new friends shouted out the window about how racist we were etc etc. The police decided to nick us and we spent the night in the cells.
The memories of that night warm my heart to this very day. We were released without charge.
Sorry, not very funny I know.
(jonboy75, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:03, Reply)