It's a jungle out there
A friend who owns several rental properties has found not one, but TWO cannabis farms in places where the residents have stopped paying the rent after 3 months.

The first time he called the rozzers immediately (duh), but they wouldn't enter the place because peering inside, they could see electrical cables hanging out and the inevitable Heath-Robinson bypass of the meter.

Luckily this person happens to know a friendly-neighbourhood electrician (cough)who he could call on to climb in through a window and deal with the potential danger. The kind of electrician who strolled out after selflessly taking plenty of time "to make sure the place was safe", with his toolbag over his shoulder, before leaving at Mach 2 to attend an "emergency" elsewhere.

Apparently the police found several bags of ready bagged herbal material, namely buds, in the property, maybe up to several hundred pounds worth, although the place had seemingly recently produced much more of the same. Alas, they held out little hope of catching anyone despite their thorough search of the premises, it's becoming quite common these days.

A few weeks after that, he found a second of his properties which had been rented by some nice Oriental folk had also been turned into a plantation when they too failed to pay the rent. This time the friendly electrician was unavailable (much to his chagrin), so the landlord broke into the place and, extremely pissed off at the way another of his houses had been bashed about (floors lifted to allow for extraction ducts and mashed together electrics etc) cleared it himself.
He phoned the police to inform them of his discovery and that he was at that very moment stoking a huge bonfire in the garden of the plants he had found, the racking, ducts, etc so if they wanted to do any more pointless investigation, they had better get there sharpish.

The police said they would make a note of it..........as of yet, 3 months later, they haven't bothered to visit him and investigate his complaint!

I've no idea how many other Orientals he has rented to, but I would imagine that sparky is keeping a large toolbag ready to go if any other of these disgraceful drugs factories comes to light.

Now, I fancy some chocolate hob-nobs......
(Rsoles, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 23:14, 3 replies)

Give a fuck
Smoking some nice homegrown as I'm typing this..
(lost, Thu 6 Nov 2008, 23:36, closed)

Bonfire of the plants?
Imagine standing downwind of that...
( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Fri 7 Nov 2008, 2:18, closed)

Indeed.
The first house was in a quiet cul-de-sac, a normal respectable area, but it absolutely reeked, you could smell that smell down on the main road.
The best of it was that about 4 doors down, a week previously, the police had raided a house and arrested a man for supplying Charlie. Can you imagine when they got the dog out of the van and it went mental and veered off towards the weed-house? I can't believe that not one policeman wondered where that pungent whiff was coming from.
(Rsoles, Fri 7 Nov 2008, 11:55, closed)