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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Stag Nights are always troubleIt wouldn't have been a proper stag do if the coppers hadn't been involved somehow:
We had been drinking excessively through-out the evening in a new part of old London Town, and decided to move on to a 'gentlemans club' with exotic dancers (well, they were from Romania). Because the walk was around 15-20 mins, we of course needed to have a p:ss half-way through.
Some bright spark heads up an alleyway and starts to p:ss, and about 6 of us do likewise, creating a river of urine to stagnate in the middle of the alley.
A previously unseen door opens in said alleyway, and out pop 4-5 police with shouts of "Hullo Hullo Hullo" *. Cue a Benny Hill style chase around the streets with our cox hanging out, and passed the front of the Police station we'd all being pissing up against.
CCTV - Truly the bane of my life.
* May be sanitised for family viewing. The Met aren't really that polite on Friday nights.
(, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 15:58, Reply)
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