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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Not *strictly* to do with the rozzers, but...When I were a sprat knee high to a grasshopper (This would be roughly 15 years back) my family decided it would be a capitol idea to go on holiday to Malta and visit family. Me being like most other hyperactive 4 year olds, (later diagnosed with ADHD! Wahoo!) I was not to be without my beloved peanuts books and toys. One such toy was a small sandwich box filled with plastiscine.
Upon checking in our stow-away luggage and doing the usual at Heathrow, we proceeded unto the carry-on x-ray scanner. Now, my father (who shall remain nameless) being the light-hearted, jovial chap that he is, has struck up a conversation with the airport staff operating the scanner, and all is going well, smiles and laughter on both sides. Until my bag goes through.
Spotting something awry in my bag, the box of plasticine is produced. "What's this?", enquires the hapless employee. "That?" replies dear old dad, "Semtex."
You have *never* seen the smiles fade off airport staff so quickly.
Apparantly after a bit of huffing, puffing and wrist-slapping, we made it to Malta, and a good time was had by all.
Moral of the story? There is a time and a place to be funny, dad. Thankfully, you got them both spot-on, and we shall never let you forget it!
-Squidge out-
(, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 11:09, Reply)
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