
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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My darling parents, from whose loins I was the eventual issue, would never have got together had it not been for the fine Cambridgeshire Constabulary...
They went on a date, back to his for coffee (seriously, just coffee, no nookie), where the pigs were waiting to arrest him for some (non-existent) motoring offence. My mum, who'd thought he was a bit of a tosser, went to the station with him, and in the hours spent waiting around for the police to sort the mess out (my dad had a beard and had been confused with another hippie driving a mini round cambridgeshire...) decided that he wasn't as bad as she'd first thought.
35 years later they're still married!
( , Mon 26 Sep 2005, 11:09, Reply)
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