The Police
Sitting 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.
( , Thu 22 Sep 2005, 10:12)
Sitting 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.
( , Thu 22 Sep 2005, 10:12)
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Walking from Paddington Station to our house
one hot summer's evening, my girlfriend had just a t-shirt and pair of Alan Partridge's favourite hot pants on, as was her want. Cue loud shouts of "phwwooooaarrrr!" and other assorted niceties rapidly approaching from behind us. We turned round just in time to see a Police van scream past us full of the Boys in Blue who were hanging out of the window commenting coarsely on my girlfriend's state of dress.
( , Thu 22 Sep 2005, 16:47, Reply)
one hot summer's evening, my girlfriend had just a t-shirt and pair of Alan Partridge's favourite hot pants on, as was her want. Cue loud shouts of "phwwooooaarrrr!" and other assorted niceties rapidly approaching from behind us. We turned round just in time to see a Police van scream past us full of the Boys in Blue who were hanging out of the window commenting coarsely on my girlfriend's state of dress.
( , Thu 22 Sep 2005, 16:47, Reply)
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