The PoliceSitting in my local pub late one night enjoying the landlord's flexible idea of what constitutes his licencing hours, a bunch of drunk blokes in raincoats burst in. Requesting to be served, one shouted at the barman "It's alright - we're not coppers!"
They were spitting images of Lt. Columbo to a man. The barman laughed them out of the pub.
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chthonic, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 10:12)
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At a half-arsed amateur festival a couple of years agoone of the ubiquitous scally dealers had been arrested and handcuffed by some visiting bobbies. He'd obviously been sampling his own wares and was bobbling around wide-eyed and mumbling.
As we watched (more interesting than whoever was on stage) a couple walked past him and the police car and constables. "Here ... la'! Mate! Want any Es? They're in me back pocket!" Shouts the scally, waggling his arse at them and pointing at his pocket with his handcuffed hands.
I don't know whether this constitutes a confession under english law, but it certainly put a smile on the officers' faces.
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Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 12:57,
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