I witnessed a crime
Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."
Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."
Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
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The police saw this...
My maternal grandfather was a policeman. Having joined the force at the earliest possible age - he left school at 14, I think - he worked his way up the ranks until, by the 1960s, he was superintendant, chief inspector or something. High-ranking enough to be in charge of the local force, anyway.
One perk he allowed himself a registration featuring the digits "999" on the family car, and it was on one of these 999 cars that my mother learned to drive. Licence acquired, she would borrow the car now and again.
The advantage of borrowing this car was demonstrated on one occasion at a speed-trap. Happily whizzing along way over the limit, Mum saw a traffic cop step out from behind a bush. Her heart sank as he raised his arm to indicate that she should pull over... and then was lifted again. The officer had noticed the licence plate and gracefully transformed his gesture into a salute as she passed.
It's true: sometimes the police are very lax with speeding drivers - especially when those drivers are mistaken for their boss.
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 13:29, 1 reply)
My maternal grandfather was a policeman. Having joined the force at the earliest possible age - he left school at 14, I think - he worked his way up the ranks until, by the 1960s, he was superintendant, chief inspector or something. High-ranking enough to be in charge of the local force, anyway.
One perk he allowed himself a registration featuring the digits "999" on the family car, and it was on one of these 999 cars that my mother learned to drive. Licence acquired, she would borrow the car now and again.
The advantage of borrowing this car was demonstrated on one occasion at a speed-trap. Happily whizzing along way over the limit, Mum saw a traffic cop step out from behind a bush. Her heart sank as he raised his arm to indicate that she should pull over... and then was lifted again. The officer had noticed the licence plate and gracefully transformed his gesture into a salute as she passed.
It's true: sometimes the police are very lax with speeding drivers - especially when those drivers are mistaken for their boss.
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 13:29, 1 reply)
I'll be the judge of that
I used to know a bloke whos dad was a county court judge. Many's the time he'd pick us up from the pub/club and drive us home despite being over the limit. We were stopped a few times but the cops took one look at the car, one look at my mate behind the wheel, and said "Tell your dad we said hello" before letting us go.
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 14:07, closed)
I used to know a bloke whos dad was a county court judge. Many's the time he'd pick us up from the pub/club and drive us home despite being over the limit. We were stopped a few times but the cops took one look at the car, one look at my mate behind the wheel, and said "Tell your dad we said hello" before letting us go.
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