Arrested
and it was an honest surprise at the time.

Stupid drunken night out, we get out of the venue at a ridiculous hour, mid-summer, so in a few hours the sun is going to be coming up. We decide that it'd be a great idea to sit on the roof of our old house and watch the sun come up over the city (Woodlands Terrace, overlooking Glasgow).

So, we park up, scale the building courtesy of the well placed scaffolding, and sit on the flat roof, talking shit and nipping a flask. Then we hear a screech of tires. So, I look over the roof, and see a squad car sitting out front. Not good. I suggest we get down.

As we're heading down the back of the building (same scaffold, same route), the same car comes flying up the lane, engine whining, and screeches to a halt. The occupants get out and tell us to get down.
Fair enough, they'll see this for what it is.

Wrong.

I get hauled off the scaffold forcibly by a bear of a copper, flung in cuffs and carted off to Stewart St. Police Station to face a charge of burglary, am tossed in a cell for a few hours, then let go when they realise all they've got is three pissed yokels with no ill intent. In their defense, the coppers were fair enough, and quite amiable when we eventually got told to fuck off.

Funniest part : departing the scaffold, seeing a copper, him saying "Give me your hand", me replying "no it's fine I can make it down OK", then him insisting, me relenting, then him slapping a big fuck-off hand-cuff on my wrist. Sucked in. Bastard literally dangled me off the ladder.
(mymilkshakebringsallthemongstotheyard poison hearts, poison minds - joining hate, Sun 6 Jun 2010, 22:50, Reply)