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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Well then
Back in the days of yore, well, Uni actually, I was blessed with having a very lovely but also accident/incident prone housemate called Joe. He was sweet as pie but frequently pulled stunts that ended up involving visits from the local constabulary.
Take the time he decided to climb out of his upstairs bedroom window with his girlfriend onto the flat roof outside for a romantic star-gazing evening. Cue next door neighbour calling the fuzz and them despatching a flipping helicopter to investigate the so called burglars on the roof.
Another time, same year at Uni, he smashed up his hand and was carted off in an ambulance. About an hour later the front doorbell goes. We are all in the front room enjoying some herbal refreshment and say to Alex, (who gets up to answer door)
"heh heh if it's the cops then cough loudly" thinking theres no way.
He disapears into the hallway in a cloudy haze of smoke and shuts the door.
10 seconds later we hear a mighty coughing fit from said hallway, and all promptly shit pants and start flapping cushions to clear the air (to no avail)
Turns out they didn't enter our lounge drugs den and Alex did a fine job of fending them off. They were investigating as they thought Joe had been domestically abused by us. Nice.
( , Fri 23 Sep 2005, 11:43, Reply)
Back in the days of yore, well, Uni actually, I was blessed with having a very lovely but also accident/incident prone housemate called Joe. He was sweet as pie but frequently pulled stunts that ended up involving visits from the local constabulary.
Take the time he decided to climb out of his upstairs bedroom window with his girlfriend onto the flat roof outside for a romantic star-gazing evening. Cue next door neighbour calling the fuzz and them despatching a flipping helicopter to investigate the so called burglars on the roof.
Another time, same year at Uni, he smashed up his hand and was carted off in an ambulance. About an hour later the front doorbell goes. We are all in the front room enjoying some herbal refreshment and say to Alex, (who gets up to answer door)
"heh heh if it's the cops then cough loudly" thinking theres no way.
He disapears into the hallway in a cloudy haze of smoke and shuts the door.
10 seconds later we hear a mighty coughing fit from said hallway, and all promptly shit pants and start flapping cushions to clear the air (to no avail)
Turns out they didn't enter our lounge drugs den and Alex did a fine job of fending them off. They were investigating as they thought Joe had been domestically abused by us. Nice.
( , Fri 23 Sep 2005, 11:43, Reply)
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