Now the police near me are useless.
In St Ives (Cambs) they police station is in Pig Lane. No honest, it is. To get over the embarrasment, they actually have had their driveway given a name by the council, so they don't have to use the old one.

Now some years ago, I was out with my little girl at the playground. Sitting on the roundabout, going round very slowly was a dirty perv having a wank in full view. I whisked my daughter away and called the police. They finally arrived at my house 3pm the following afternoon. I was less than polite and sugested that maybe, just maybe he may have actually gone by now. He turned away to leave and came back to issue me with a ticket for no tax disk on an old car I had just pushed out of the drive to be taken to the scrap yard. Cunts cunts cunts cunts CUNTS!! Then a couple on months ago, I had a minor bump where someone hit me up the arse. The police turned out and when they ask for my documents, I didn't have them. They issued me with a production of documents ticket and asked me where I would like to present them. "Pig Lane, St Ives" I answered. He kept me there for another 25 mins while they searched my car. Cunts.
(Fucking bastard maggot wanking cunts.)
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Fri 23 Sep 2005, 14:59, Reply)