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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Fascist PigsOnce, when I was considerably younger than the 18 years required of me by the law to enjoy a couple of light ales in my local drinking establishment, we had heard there was to be a drugs raid (If you wanted drugs in Derbyshire-Matlock was THE place to go-and the pub wasT HE place to go to in Matlock-apparently). No-one really beleived this as you wouldn't think we should know about it. Cue one night, I am enjoying one of previously mentioned light ales surrounded by frineds, when in burst the drug squad, with HUGE dogs screaming at us to put our hands on our heads.
Before we new it, I and the rest of the group were in the back of a police van and off to the local station, where we are all strip searched by the fascist pigs. This in itself wasn't too bad-as we were all pretty spannered at this point.
It was, however not quite so funny, when I am half naked in front of two policewomen-bending over so they can get a look up my lettuce-and ask me what A Levels I was taking-I mean WTF????!!! Twunts.
Never really like the pollice after that. Then we discovered that the landlord had put our names on the list of people he suspected of taking drugs so he wouldn't get done for underage drinking. He was a twunt as well-but the pub is only frequented by old men with body odour and drinking problems.
Aplogies are for the lower classes (sorry-just finished reading last weeks QOTW)
(, Tue 27 Sep 2005, 13:09, Reply)
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