Nearly beaten up by the law
Sometime in the late 1980s, I'd been pratting about with a video camera and some mates, trying to make some kind of music video. We were heading back into Brighton, piled into a clapped-out car. As we reached the centre of town, it became clear that something was up.

Remember that in 1984 the IRA had bombed the Grand Hotel here, in a failed attempt to assassinate Margaret Thatcher. This must have been just a few years later, and, as it turned out, the Conservatives were back in town for their conference. We suddenly found ourselves in the midst of a huge armed police presence.

Now, apart from a little spliffage, we hadn't been doing anything wrong, so were rather surprised when we were stopped and questioned through the window by a cop with anger management issues. Apparently, the rather hung-over star of the video, who was wearing sunglasses and cradling his aching head in his hands, had attracted their attention as he seemed to be hiding his face.

"You! What's your name!?"

"Er, Martin Madeupname, why?"

"Where are you from!?"

"Erith"

"What part of Ireland is that, then?"

This rather baffled us, as Erith is in London. Eventually the angry cop decided we weren't a threat to national security, and waved us on with a snarl. We drove off, relieved that the beating we seemed to be heading for hadn't happened.

At that point I realised that I'd accidentally triggered the video camera, and had recorded the whole thing. It's a pity nothing more newsworthy happened...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Tue 12 Feb 2013, 11:19, 4 replies)

Littering and, littering and

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 12 Feb 2013, 11:27, closed)

YES!

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Tue 12 Feb 2013, 11:39, closed)

Erith go Bragh!

( .Yeti., Tue 12 Feb 2013, 11:30, closed)

erith?
lucky he didn't shoot you all there and then
(a girl called harry, Tue 12 Feb 2013, 13:49, closed)