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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2AM after a gig at TJ's in lovely Newportseven of us in the band's mobile skip, and our drummer Tom is ( as usual ) utterly wankered. Skip has a blowout on the approach road to the Severn bridge, we make it to the hard shoulder safely. As Alan ( teetotal singer, driver and named owner of skip ) checks the state of the spare and remembers leaving the jack in his flat Tom staggers to the nearest emergency phone, slurs something and weaves back to the skip. Ten minutes later the filth appear, and give Tom the third degree before Alan is able to persuade them that he is the driver and owner with the aid of his documents and a puppet show*. We then have to wait a further 50 minutes for an AA van to arrive and get the spare fitted before the scowling coppers let us return to Bristle. Not a comment on the police per se, but our drummer is a fucking cock and remains so.
*(there may not have been puppets)
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uncle bastard is twanging a dan moi, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 15:18,
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