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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"Why don't you pigs stop picking on us students!!"Let's be nice and call him Tom Goblet. People who know this guy will understand who I mean. He told us this story himself - for some reason thinking he'd have our sympathies...
Tom was on his way home in a rougher area of Peterborough one night, bumbling along with his bag of role-playing crap over one shoulder at -what?- 3a.m.? It'd been a late night of dungeons-and-dragons-ing (if that can be a verb).
Anyway, Tom apparently remembered something - something very urgent - and abruptly turned round and ran in the opposite direction. He is unclear whether it was the two police officers who rounded the corner in front of him that prompted this remembrance, but the two events coincided so nicely that the coppers had little choice but to assume the worst and give good chase.
Tom realised he was being chased, so he ran faster. The police chased faster. Tom suddenly gave up running and turned to say "Why don't you pigs stop picking on us students?!"
Suffice to say, they checked his arse for drugs.
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no cake for the impuritay Patrick Stewart hasn't aged since, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 15:39,
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