not me officer
A while ago I was seeing a lovely lady who worked and lived out in the sticks in Buckinghamshire. We used to eat at a lovely little pub which had a very small carpark, that meant we had to park about half a mile away at the local garden centre. one night I was doing the gentlemanly thing by running back to the car in the rain and driving back to the pub. So I got to the car and dropped the bloody keys while I'm on my hands and knees searching for the keys I get a hand on my shoulder attached to the long arm of the law. Excuse me sir what do we think we're doing?? turns out the car park is a doggers hotspot. the old bill assume I'm there for a spot of perving and start the reading of the rights crap. While I'm there protesting my innocence the other half rolled up, now soaked to the bone and angry at me!
Coppers then realise I've been telling the truth and then decide to breathalise me because I've been at the pub! WANKERS!!
long and short I mentioned "real criminals" and "proper jobs" they went away pissed off, I went away soaked to the bone.
(The kneeling rifleman Is slowly getting there.., Fri 12 Oct 2007, 13:07, Reply)