One last good cop story
Two Police men saved my (and my friend's) life - When we were very young, 13 or 14 - we got severely battered by some older lads in a very remote part of town (as we were taking a short cut home after playing Street fighter II in the arcades).

Anyway, to cut a long story short - we got approached by these two psycho's who started making small talk with us, and then asked us for money. I refused and started to walk away, but got punched in the face. This was the first real punch i'd ever felt, utterly stunned me. I fell to the floor. The older lads then kicked the living fuck out of both of us, for about five or ten minutes - taking it in turns, to kick us in the face, punch us, knee us, elbow us... Quite literally torturing us.

They then started picking up bricks and dropping them near our heads, one of the lads pulled out a knitting needle and tried to stab my mate with it. Luckily, very fucking luckily - A police car had pulled up and had noticed these two bigger lads leaning over something (us).

The coppers grabbed the fuckers and chucked them in the car, and then ran my mate to the hospital and took me home to my granddad, and i'll never forget the look on my Grandad's face as he opened the door to see my bloody, bruised face with torn clothes and the Police standing behind me.

I genuinely think, if those coppers hadn't turned up, then we'd have both been murdered.

I'd like to thank them for saving my life.

Sorry for lack of funny.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Fri 6 May 2011, 17:33, 1 reply)

And then what happened...
Prison, got off free?
(stubbledchin, Mon 9 May 2011, 13:35, closed)