Country Polis...
Picture the scene - 16, first girlffriend, walking her home - its past 10.30 but you have a pass out till 11 so its okay. You walk her home, you kiss, you hop on bike to pedal pedal pedal home across town, knowing you WILL make it home in time and not get grounded.

Zooming down main street, get overtaken by police car , no worries sez I as all lights working and tyres/brakes all up to scratch, police car pulls over, so I pull out to overtake..as I zip past drivers side, I hear "OI! YOU!", so I jam on the brakes, lock the back wheel, and skid to a halt, hop off the bike and trudge to the coppers window (shitting myself natch - I was only 16) - Look inside cop car.......

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And its my Dad!

Enquiring as to why I am not yet home, and to go home where I can expect a severe telling off.... of course any retorts as to waste of tax payers money, catch real criminals, who killed Blair peach etc would fall on extremely deaf ears and would result in an immediate and total grounding (and a thick ear probably).

Still kind of got my own back a couple of years later when I learned to drive, and used to take the same GF to a local beauty spot to look at the stars - it was his car tho..and after about 3 months he got a telling off from his Inspector for having an affair as his car was always being seen at this place!

However in revenge, he snuck up there in his police car when I was up there pleasuring a naked lady in an oral fashion...and turned the blue lights on - and she fucking kneed me in the gob in her rush to get her pants back on...twunt..thank god he's retired and I have my own place....

Apologies for length - its my Dads fault again...
(Rockster77, Tue 27 Sep 2005, 17:13, Reply)