One night
after a particularly raucous night out in Bristol I caught the last train back to Bath (of 'Give me that phone!' fame). Somehow, I'd managed to wrangle a pint out of that particularly soulless Wetherspoons near Temple Meads and - despite my inebriated state - I hadn't managed to drink or spill the majority of it.

The train pulled into Bath Spa station. It must have been a rugby day, because the station was crawling with police officers. I didn't put the two together of getting drunkenly caught with a pint glass spelling a night in the cells, and swaggered out of the train straight into a policeman.

Somehow my brain, most of which had probably evaporated in Bristol, caught up with me, and I thought I might have been in for it.

"Is that your glass?" asked the neon yellow authoritarian gent.

"No," I said. "But the beer in it belongs to me."

The policeman chuckled. "Well, go and finish it off in the toilets, then give the glass to me and I'll make sure it gets returned to its rightful owner."

I dutifully did as I was told and then handed the policeman the glass.
( krang, Thu 26 Jan 2012, 15:51, 3 replies)

Was it one of those posh glasses?
If so it'll be in the coppers kitchen cupboard by now.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Thu 26 Jan 2012, 16:35, closed)

Ha
This is Wetherspoons though. Their glasses are only one step up from plastic ones.
( krang, Thu 26 Jan 2012, 17:39, closed)

I lived in Bristol for 4 years before realising we have no street drinking at the fountains
I smuggled a bottle of Pilsner Urquell out of Lloyds at the harbourfront and was walking to Start the bus when a copper came over to tell me off. After establishing that I'd never heard of an alcohol exclusion zone he went with "Well, I'm supposed to tell you to pour that away, but that's a nice beer, so you can wait with us while you finish it."
( Ungersven would support SpankyHanky's patreon, Sat 28 Jan 2012, 14:58, closed)