Acid and coppers oh my MASSIVE DRUGS
me and my mates were on our way to a acid house rave in the dim and distant past. It was happening in some disused warehouse in Bristol and We had taken the precaution of taking the microdots well in advance because as well all know LSD stands for Long Sodding Day.

So three space cadets were wibbling our way through the centre when suddenly we were surrounded by coppers. We were split up and interviewed separately.

"a report has come in that 3 youths matching your description were seen smashing Laura Ashley's windows"
"whos she, don't know her, never met her, what windows?" I babbled while starring at his walkie-talkie which was making weird noises
he looked at me staring at his walkie-talkie and tried to move it out of sight slightly
"it's a shop, can I look at the bottoms of your shoes?"
"why"
"Because if you have smashed a window there will be broken glass on your shoes"
So he inspected my feet like he was shoeing a horse and to me they were like sparkling jewels covered in glitter. To me I was fu-ck-ed.
I put my feet down and continued my close inspection of his radio. Blushing head spinning and reeling. He then made a call on his radio like someone trying to do their work at school without people copying them ie to stop my creepy staring.

Then suddenly we were free to go to leap about like gibbons in a strobe to repetitive bleeps.
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Wed 22 May 2013, 12:16, Reply)