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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It all started in the pubSo, me and a work colleague, following an exhausting eight-pint meeting, decided to have a short walk before turning in. This being England, the pubs close at 11. And we've got work in the morning.
Come 2am, we decide it really is time for bed. So on the corner of South and West Streets, we head our separate ways. Within 30 seconds, two police cars appear on both streets. Being (by now) stone cold sober, I have no problems wending my merry way without further interference from the local constabulary. My esteemed colleague, however, turns on the charm, and not only worms his way out of it - he then asks them to give him a lift home.
And they did!
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esganorp has no hummus, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 22:53,
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