My only encounter with the police
Was when I was about 15 and just getting into the joys of alcohol, when bored with drinking in each others bedrooms and the local fields, we went to central London and relieved the 7-eleven on New Oxford Street of its stash of 20-20 and vodka and trundled around Picadilly circus and trafalgar square getting rapidly more trashed as the day went on.

An impromptu waterfight was stopped before it even really started at Trafalgar - I managed to swipe an armful of water at a mate before the boys in blue showed up and we scarpered. So we started the eternal walk back to Tottenham Court Road station all the while feeling most indignant that we didn't get to play in the water fountain when younger kids were and they weren't being told off...when we spied the Centre point fountain. Sadly it was out of commission, but we didn't care. For the uninitiated, centre point fountain is around 2 foot deep and has these curvy Y shaped structures protruding from it at several points. Just right for lying down and having a nap in. Those same policemen had blatently followed us from Trafalgar to centre point with the intention of scaring the shit out of us as they loomed up demanding names and phone numbers of our parents so they can come pick us up from the station as we're a public nuisance and we have rubbish taste in alcohol. We all stared at the floor and mumbled sorries and we'll never do it agains and were let go feeling rather embarrassed by the crowd of tourists we managed to draw by the police van and my mate screaming about her rights.

Oh wait, you said told off as an adult? That's pretty much every day for me as I'm a trainee vet nurse, so in certain vets eyes, everything I do is wrong and must be corrected in as patronising a tone as possible. Cunt.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Fri 21 Sep 2007, 22:21, Reply)