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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Not me, but the bro-in-lawWas trying to cross the road in his lovely native Sarf London. Got to a zebra crossing and, thinking 'Well, cars have to stop for me when I'm on one of these', strode out into the middle of the road.
Unfortunately, the speeding copcar hadn't realised his intention, and was forced to screech to a halt, and the WPC sat in the passenger seat flew forward and hit her head on the windscreen.
My brother in law, who is no friend of the folk in blue, calmly sauntered to the passenger side and tapped on the window. The visibly dazed WPC wound it down. 'Should've had yer seatbelt on, luv,' says bro-in-law and walks off. Priceless.
(, Mon 26 Sep 2005, 12:56, Reply)
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