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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Another “too busy bizzies” story
Just before Christmas ’06, I made the mistake of trying to cross a road in Manchester at a crossing. How silly of me. When I got halfway across the road, a car screams away from being parked on the pavement (as is the norm in Manchester) and runs the red light at the crossing, striking me in the process. Car screeches to a halt immediately, but pushes me about 6 feet back.
Car then makes an attempt at driving away, but strikes me a second time with the wing mirror, hard enough to shatter the wing mirror.
Car stops 20 feet up the road and Manc twat scally jumps out the passenger seat and shouts “what you doing smashing the fucking car”, while coming towards me with his arms out in a “trying to look big” stylee. Me, being half cut and never one to back down, square up to the cunt and say “It was your dickhead mate running the red light that smashed the car”. He seem taken aback a touch by this and takes a pace away from me. I do the same, thinking the whole thing was over.
At this point, he belts me in the head with the bottle that he had produced from somewhere about his person (he didn’t have it in his hand when he got out the car, I looked). Bottle breaks against the side of my head, staggering me a touch. Guy does a runner before I can retaliate.
Police are called. This was on the Friday night. All over the weekend, any attempt to get the Police to come out was met with the reply “we’re a bit busy, but will be with you as soon as we can”. I went the station on the Monday to make a statement and to give the names and addresses of the witnesses (as an aside, the copper from Merseyside police sat and watched the Liverpool game with my witness mate while “taking his statement”).
I’ve given up hearing anything back, despite the fact that there were half a dozen independent witnesses, all of whom saw me get hit by the car (twice) and hit in the head with a bottle (once) and all of whom got the registration number of the car (which wasn’t stolen, I checked that as well) and a good look at the driver (who got out just after the passenger, evidently). Too busy still, no doubt.
At least it gives me an excuse to do me “You never knocked me down” / Raging Bull impression…
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 14:42, 2 replies)
Just before Christmas ’06, I made the mistake of trying to cross a road in Manchester at a crossing. How silly of me. When I got halfway across the road, a car screams away from being parked on the pavement (as is the norm in Manchester) and runs the red light at the crossing, striking me in the process. Car screeches to a halt immediately, but pushes me about 6 feet back.
Car then makes an attempt at driving away, but strikes me a second time with the wing mirror, hard enough to shatter the wing mirror.
Car stops 20 feet up the road and Manc twat scally jumps out the passenger seat and shouts “what you doing smashing the fucking car”, while coming towards me with his arms out in a “trying to look big” stylee. Me, being half cut and never one to back down, square up to the cunt and say “It was your dickhead mate running the red light that smashed the car”. He seem taken aback a touch by this and takes a pace away from me. I do the same, thinking the whole thing was over.
At this point, he belts me in the head with the bottle that he had produced from somewhere about his person (he didn’t have it in his hand when he got out the car, I looked). Bottle breaks against the side of my head, staggering me a touch. Guy does a runner before I can retaliate.
Police are called. This was on the Friday night. All over the weekend, any attempt to get the Police to come out was met with the reply “we’re a bit busy, but will be with you as soon as we can”. I went the station on the Monday to make a statement and to give the names and addresses of the witnesses (as an aside, the copper from Merseyside police sat and watched the Liverpool game with my witness mate while “taking his statement”).
I’ve given up hearing anything back, despite the fact that there were half a dozen independent witnesses, all of whom saw me get hit by the car (twice) and hit in the head with a bottle (once) and all of whom got the registration number of the car (which wasn’t stolen, I checked that as well) and a good look at the driver (who got out just after the passenger, evidently). Too busy still, no doubt.
At least it gives me an excuse to do me “You never knocked me down” / Raging Bull impression…
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 14:42, 2 replies)
I know...
They were too busy sending armed response units to defend some guy's shed. :P
( , Fri 15 Feb 2008, 12:22, closed)
They were too busy sending armed response units to defend some guy's shed. :P
( , Fri 15 Feb 2008, 12:22, closed)
not sure
why was a Merseyside bobby taking a statement for a crime in Manchester?
Just curious really
( , Mon 18 Feb 2008, 12:36, closed)
why was a Merseyside bobby taking a statement for a crime in Manchester?
Just curious really
( , Mon 18 Feb 2008, 12:36, closed)
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