Greek toilet coppers = bastards
In the halcyon days of my youth, a group of us went on a lads holiday to Malia. Now, when you're 18 and in a place full of drunk Brits, pretty much anything goes, so you'd think that the local bacon would be used to people pissing up lanes and not mind that much. Wrong. My mate went for a pish up a lane, only for 2 - count 'em - 2 Greek cop motors to come flying up. 4 rozzers got out of each, ran up the lane with guns/torches/batons pointed whilst shouting in Greek, a language he is NOT fluent in. He was trying to finish pissing and zip up in a panic when he apparently failed to comply with whatever they were shouting. He was whacked across the back of the knees and then his lower back by a baton-wielding rozzer, all whilst the other 7 still had their guns pointed at him. One of us tried remonstrating with them only to be shoved away and have a gun pointed right in his face!! So he's taken to the back of one of the cars where miraculously they start speaking English and shout at him about using the public conveniences supplied for the likes of 'us'!! He was let go with 2 great massive bruises on his back and a knee which to this day is still a bit fucked, the injury at the time ruining a burgeoning rugby career. A slight over reaction? Makes British coppers (even Strathclydes finest) looks positively fucking saintly.

I got caught pissing in the doorway of Bargain Books in Glasgow and all that happend to me was I was taken away by the scruff of the neck by two uniform cops and locked in the local contabulary without so much as a word. In the morning I was told to 'fuck off home and never do it again', and that was that. Fair enough!
( Normanator Bad case of trapped wind since, Tue 27 Sep 2005, 11:51, Reply)