Hmmmm
Way back when in the long long ago when I was but a young pup, there wasn't a lot of choice for an evenings smoking venue, these mainly consisted of the all the glowing joys of the outside world. i.e. the corner of a car park, an covered seat in a park (kinda bus-sheltery), the woods etc etc (you get the picture).

Well, as the winter started to roll round the indoors kinda seemed inviting. not freezing you knackers off would be a godsend. Luckily a couple of our mates' mothers took a liking to the group and was not averse to letting us crawl through their houses whilst gigglig our little faces off.

one of these evenings a number of us had gathered round at one of these houses and proceeded to munch on some hanging tasting dust which had had a previous life as some kinda mould growth. cue giggling, mirth making, paranoia etc etc (you know the drill)

As the night progressed there occurred a humongous paranoia session (maybe ten minutes but when you hear tell of this story it could have been as long as the history of mankind itself) during which no-one spoke and tried to not make eye contact.

now the scene has been set, on to the actual point of this story.

it took a while but everyone started to look out the window with a strange look in their eyes. unbeknownst to me (huffing a large one at the time) there was a neighbourhood copper standing there looking in, he proceeded to do the old tap tap on the panes.

cut to scene of a mad scramble as everyone runs around and hides paraphernalia. during which in walks mr cop. to say that there was fear in the room would be an understatement, I might have had a little poo, I might not have. use your imagination.

Turns out that a mate had parked his car a little skewiff (well across the road) outside the house and they were knocking to get it moved instead of towed (awwwwww how sweet)

Well, we were not in a fit state to speak but somehow he managed to move the car, speak to the police and return to house un-nicked. cue party restarting all smiles and happiness till the wee hours.

we are still unsure of what was seen through the window but luckily we seem to have got away with it as neigh a word has been mentioned since.

He's a rather nice chap our local cop (known him since I was a little tike) so I assume it was just too much paperwork for him to have nicked us all and he couldn't be bothered. plus we were genuinely lovely peeps (honest).


abstract: cop walks into not quite legal session, gets mate to move car and wanders of about his day. phew.
(Analmouse Coward On Land, On Sea and Online, Fri 4 Jun 2010, 16:52, Reply)