Son of a Gun
Don't have any personal tales about the emergency services (that I want) to tell you but I did know the son of a Policeman and what a disgrace he was. Three moments stick in my mind - it was a long time ago. We were driving in his car on a rainy night to a pub when he saw a guy crossing the road and this guy was standing on chevrons in the middle of the road having crossed one lane. He had plenty of space around him but Greg saw this and swerved the car at him, steering away within a few metres. I still remember his face and how his body stiffened up, waiting for impact.

Greg told how he was on the way to work one morning on a motorbike and jumped a red. An old lady had started to cross and he clipped her handbag with his jacket. He looked back to see her spinning around in the road - did he stop? err no.

The last one was when Greg had been told he was riding too fast along the private driveway to his offices (life assurance) by a senior associate. After this he often tried to see how fast he could go and got a maximum of 112mph.
(luckylife , 0 guests and 3 bots are online, Sat 18 May 2013, 1:30, 4 replies)

Greg's not a good guy.

(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Sat 18 May 2013, 1:50, closed)

I'm a big fan of his french bread pizzas though

( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums, Sat 18 May 2013, 12:48, closed)

Sounds like Greg
is a cunt.
(Wagane, Sun 19 May 2013, 12:45, closed)

Best game of charades ever

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 20 May 2013, 11:21, closed)