Hyde Park
1997. Three studes out on a conference trip in dat dere lundon all the way from Huddersfield. Got puggled and foolishly handed the map back to our hotel to the token frenchman. Got seriously lost and in our inebriated state we thought it would be really cool to moon all the traffic as it passed. We were stood on a low wall beside a massive roundabout or one-way thing at Hyde Park Corner. Much hilarity ensued until a police van passed us. Copper winds his window down and lets us know that he's got plenty of space in the back of the van.

As two of us deliberated over whether this was a threat or an offer, the token frenchman in the trio decides to ramp proceedings up a little by shouting 'fuck you pig!'.

Massive laughs were quickly punctuated by the sound of a slamming door. Copper made chase and it quickly became apparent that he was working towards a desk job via dunking donuts. We made our escape but the walk home was made in the shadows to avoid the rest of the fuzz.

And the map was repatriated in to the possession of yours truly.

Got back by 4:30 and had one hour of sleep as we needed to move the hire car to an NCP. I drew the short straw and I had to drive the thing for 400 metres with enough booze in my system to mollify a cuckolded bull rhinocerus.
(mersault, Fri 27 Jan 2012, 20:37, Reply)