Where's your sense of humour!
ooh, just remembered this one. Had been at Farnborough Tech Student Union for some punk gig (yeah times were hard, doubly so in Farnborough). Scored some abysmally shite weed, most of which was smoked over the course of the evening.

Having all decided to walk home - well run a bit, we had a race down the road during which Steve fell over and apparently broke his arm, didn't know until the next day when he couldn't move it - we ended up hanging upside down from the railings outside the Thompson Local building (as you do).

Cue upside-down policecar with woowoos going full belt drawing up infront of four giggling idiots. Turns out that our inverted shenannigans had terrified the security guard who had called the cops - I dunno, maybe we looked scary upside down?

Enter stageleft, sneering rosser with cap pulled down over his eyes like Terry Scott in Carry on Up the Kyber giving us a right bollocking for being juvenile and wasting police time (not us mate, the security guard). Being slightly worse for wear (read struggling to stand up straight) I giggled.

'Right!' says he, 'Turn out your pockets'

Oops says I pulling a matchbox out of my pocket with the tiniest blim you've ever seen in it (a mouse would have trouble catching a buzz from that). The bollocking I was then given would make you think I'd just pulled the Medellin Cartel's entire harvest out of my arse. His face went red, he spat as he talked, and yet all I could do was stand there in a boozy haze trying not to giggle again (while wiping his spit from my face).

To be honest, he probably would have let me off with just a thick ear if when he said 'I don't like drugs!!!' I hadn't responded with 'that's ok, I do!'...

Remember, things you think and things you actually say! Those cells aren't as uncomfortable as they look in The Bill. The matresses are quite comfy.
(clockworkkillbot, Mon 24 Sep 2007, 15:04, Reply)