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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Innocent little me...When I used to work for an internet cafe type affair, I often wouldn't finish work until 00:30 or 01:00 (due to the ridiculously late closing hours). I lived in a scummy area of town because I got paid bugger all, and it was about 10 min walk from work.
So - There was this old and slightly buggered 14" TV in one of the back offices that had been there since the business had taken over the building - and my boss said that he wanted it out of his way and that if I wanted it, then I could take it. So I did.
Cue me, 18 years old, looking tired as hell, scruffy as anything after 15 hours work, walking down one of the most notorious roads in Eastbourne, carrying a television set in my arms...at one o' clock in the morning...
Cue cop-car swinging round the corner facing me, spotting me and my telly, blue lighting the next possible turning around spot and pulling up beside me.
I stopped walking and put the TV set on the ground. He's getting out of the car. I'm bricking it wondering how the hell I'm going to explain this. He looks at me. I look at him.
"Excuse me, but this is a bloody funny time of night to be walking down Langney Road with a television isn't it..."
"Yes Sir" (followed by my explaination of the events which lead to my predicament)
He just looked very bemused let me go about my business. This leads me to conclude that coppers are not all bad, but possibly a bit daft in the head. I'd have arrested me!
(He didn't offer me a lift home though... :-()
Length/girth/whatever...
(, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 7:48, Reply)
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