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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That's no urban legend
My brother resorted to this tactic and it worked.
His house faces a field which slopes down to a wooded stream. A gang of chavs had set up a drinking den down there and were making a row into the wee hours. My brother, having his two young kids being woken up, rang the cops but got the usual brush-off. He then told them he was going over to a mates and getting his shotgun "To sort them out". He unhelpfully declined to tell the cops his name and address and then hung up.
10 minutes later and several paddywagons appear, bundle the chavs into them and peace is restored.
The following night and a few of the harder chavs made a reappearance. My brother phones the cops again "It's me again and I've got the gun on me this time." Cue more paddywagons and cue no chavs bush drinking there anymore.
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 14:00, Reply)
My brother resorted to this tactic and it worked.
His house faces a field which slopes down to a wooded stream. A gang of chavs had set up a drinking den down there and were making a row into the wee hours. My brother, having his two young kids being woken up, rang the cops but got the usual brush-off. He then told them he was going over to a mates and getting his shotgun "To sort them out". He unhelpfully declined to tell the cops his name and address and then hung up.
10 minutes later and several paddywagons appear, bundle the chavs into them and peace is restored.
The following night and a few of the harder chavs made a reappearance. My brother phones the cops again "It's me again and I've got the gun on me this time." Cue more paddywagons and cue no chavs bush drinking there anymore.
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