The Police II
Enzyme asks: Have you ever been arrested? Been thrown down the stairs by the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad, with hi-LAR-ious consequences? Or maybe you're a member of the police force with chortlesome anecdotes about particularly stupid people you've encountered.
Do tell.
( , Thu 5 May 2011, 18:42)
Enzyme asks: Have you ever been arrested? Been thrown down the stairs by the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad, with hi-LAR-ious consequences? Or maybe you're a member of the police force with chortlesome anecdotes about particularly stupid people you've encountered.
Do tell.
( , Thu 5 May 2011, 18:42)
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The Severn Bridge
One evening, whilst getting stoned, some friends and I agreed that it would be a superb idea to drive to the Severn bridge and walk across it. Stupid idea of course but it's amazing how grass can transform the idiotic into the sublime, but there we go.
So the three of us get into the car and begin the 60 minute journey to the bridge. It's an entertaining trip, there's good music on the stereo and we're passing the joints around freely. We're almost there when suddenly, and for no explicable reason we see a blue flashing light and are being pulled over.
The driver, having some vague presence of mind suddenly cries "fuck! There's a half an ounce in the back with you guys! Quickly, chuck it out of the window!". Sound advice. But the trouble is we can't find it. A half-ounce brick has gone missing somewhere in the upholstery and we're about to be pulled over. Things do not look good.
So we stop and the driver is politely but firmly asked to step out of the car and go and sit with one officer in the police car. Me & my friend sit in the back in terrified silence until the other officer comes in and sits in the front seat and firmly but politely starts to ask us our details. We're convinced the car must absolutely reek of dope and that this is the start of a "good cop, bad cop" routine but he seems unperturbed and keeps asking simple questions. What are our names? Where do we live? We're too scared to lie.
Thankfully he doesn't ask us what we're doing out there in the middle of the night as that would have taken some explaining away. However he does want to know what we do for a living. We're students, we tell him. He seems to find this very interesting which fills us with yet greater dread. What do we study, he wants to know?
"Biology" I squeak. "Chemistry" my friend squeaks. This seems to excite the police officer even more and he wants to know why my friend finds Chemistry so interesting. Still to scared to lie, his mouth runs away with him and he blurts out "well because there's lot of animals and plants and stuff that are just full of really cool chemicals that do all sorts of interesting shit to the human mind and I really want to find out more and maybe synthesise my own and ..."
"Oh, I SEE" Thunders the cop in a sudden loud and aggressive voice and he gets up and leaves.
We've convinced we're looking at twenty years at best.
After a short while our driver is returned to us and the police go on their way. Turns out our vehicle matched the description of a recently stolen car and that's why we were pulled over. We sat there is complete terror for about half an hour before we pulled ourselves together sufficiently to make it home and we never did find out whether or not you could even walk across the Severn bridge as a pedestrian.
( , Tue 10 May 2011, 17:10, 5 replies)
One evening, whilst getting stoned, some friends and I agreed that it would be a superb idea to drive to the Severn bridge and walk across it. Stupid idea of course but it's amazing how grass can transform the idiotic into the sublime, but there we go.
So the three of us get into the car and begin the 60 minute journey to the bridge. It's an entertaining trip, there's good music on the stereo and we're passing the joints around freely. We're almost there when suddenly, and for no explicable reason we see a blue flashing light and are being pulled over.
The driver, having some vague presence of mind suddenly cries "fuck! There's a half an ounce in the back with you guys! Quickly, chuck it out of the window!". Sound advice. But the trouble is we can't find it. A half-ounce brick has gone missing somewhere in the upholstery and we're about to be pulled over. Things do not look good.
So we stop and the driver is politely but firmly asked to step out of the car and go and sit with one officer in the police car. Me & my friend sit in the back in terrified silence until the other officer comes in and sits in the front seat and firmly but politely starts to ask us our details. We're convinced the car must absolutely reek of dope and that this is the start of a "good cop, bad cop" routine but he seems unperturbed and keeps asking simple questions. What are our names? Where do we live? We're too scared to lie.
Thankfully he doesn't ask us what we're doing out there in the middle of the night as that would have taken some explaining away. However he does want to know what we do for a living. We're students, we tell him. He seems to find this very interesting which fills us with yet greater dread. What do we study, he wants to know?
"Biology" I squeak. "Chemistry" my friend squeaks. This seems to excite the police officer even more and he wants to know why my friend finds Chemistry so interesting. Still to scared to lie, his mouth runs away with him and he blurts out "well because there's lot of animals and plants and stuff that are just full of really cool chemicals that do all sorts of interesting shit to the human mind and I really want to find out more and maybe synthesise my own and ..."
"Oh, I SEE" Thunders the cop in a sudden loud and aggressive voice and he gets up and leaves.
We've convinced we're looking at twenty years at best.
After a short while our driver is returned to us and the police go on their way. Turns out our vehicle matched the description of a recently stolen car and that's why we were pulled over. We sat there is complete terror for about half an hour before we pulled ourselves together sufficiently to make it home and we never did find out whether or not you could even walk across the Severn bridge as a pedestrian.
( , Tue 10 May 2011, 17:10, 5 replies)
I don't think you can walk across it.
But if you can I want to also.
I don't recall any pavement last time I drove over it but, then, I was more in awe of the odd feeling of driving into the horizon rather than towards it.
( , Tue 10 May 2011, 17:43, closed)
But if you can I want to also.
I don't recall any pavement last time I drove over it but, then, I was more in awe of the odd feeling of driving into the horizon rather than towards it.
( , Tue 10 May 2011, 17:43, closed)
Not the new one...
...but I think you can walk the old bridge. Not sure mind...
( , Tue 10 May 2011, 18:45, closed)
...but I think you can walk the old bridge. Not sure mind...
( , Tue 10 May 2011, 18:45, closed)
You can walk across the old one: there's a pedestrian lane on one side and a cycle path on the other seperate to the main carriageway. I rode across it on my way from Bristol to Cardiff once - very nice on a sunny day.
You can also climb up the cliff from the beach to the road on the Bristol side (but it's illegal and you'll die and it's not my fault and I never said nuffink, right).
( , Tue 10 May 2011, 19:11, closed)
vehicle matching that description
That seems to be a common reason but it's a piss poor excuse. Does the licence plate match? No. Doesit look like the licence plate screws may have been removed and replaced within the last few hours? No. Then fuck off plod and come up with a better reason to detain people.
( , Wed 11 May 2011, 0:37, closed)
That seems to be a common reason but it's a piss poor excuse. Does the licence plate match? No. Doesit look like the licence plate screws may have been removed and replaced within the last few hours? No. Then fuck off plod and come up with a better reason to detain people.
( , Wed 11 May 2011, 0:37, closed)
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