
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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I live in a tiny little street, about 2 inches less than 3 cars wide. Six houses each side and almost everybody has a car. So at night both sides are full.
When next-door got broken into, the coppers came and being the helpful (nosey) neighbour I went out to see if I could be of assistance.
One of the coppers looks up and down the street, turns to me and says 'Who's parked all these cars like this?'.
Errrr...
( , Mon 26 Sep 2005, 12:25, Reply)
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