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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Running away from homeDon't even ask - possibly the least well planned "She's Leaving Home" exercise ever (even though I actually planned it for ages). I was fourteen and I left my house, with a packed bag, at about midnight-2am (can't remember - it was pretty sucky, after all). After roaming around my shitty country town waiting for the buses to start, a cop car pulled up beside me and started asking questions. Stupid me pretended to be my only friend, upon which the cops promptly phoned her home and woke her mum, who panicked, checked and found said friend safe and sound in bed. (I got a hiding for that later.) Cops chucked my bag in the back of the divvy van - I went to follow it but they grabbed me and put me in the front of the vehicle over the gearstick. I got dragged home and the shit hit the fan rather severely, although ultimately with a good outcome, sort of.
Actually there's no funny story here, I just wanted to post a link to my blog - jovialfellow.blogspot.com/
(, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 15:03, Reply)
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