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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God's honest truth
Many years ago, a mate of mine Thin Irish Phil was wandering home in the mountainous region around Cork and Kerry when he spotted a soldier bloke he knew Something Farrell his name was, I think. Anyway, Thin Irish Phil spots that this Farrell bloke is loaded and thinks “I’ll have that”. He produces his gun, then his big knife and tells him to hand over the cash, or he’d send him to hell. So he ends up taking all his money, and it was a pretty penny, I can tell you, and runs home to his missus, Molly. Thin Irish Phil trusted his missus not to grass him up, but he shouldn’t have coz she got him hammered on whiskey, which she kept in a jam-pot, until he was really tired then took him up to her room to sleep (which he much preferred to fishing, hunting or fighting). Some time between 5 and 7 the next morning, Farrell bursts into Molly’s room, with his soldier mates. Thin Irish Phil jumps out of bed, grabs the two pistols he keeps handy and shoots Farrell with both of them, before being overpowered, dragged off, convicted of his crimes and sent to prison. Which is where he is now.
True story.
Whack for my daddy-o.
( , Fri 15 Feb 2008, 12:05, 3 replies)
Many years ago, a mate of mine Thin Irish Phil was wandering home in the mountainous region around Cork and Kerry when he spotted a soldier bloke he knew Something Farrell his name was, I think. Anyway, Thin Irish Phil spots that this Farrell bloke is loaded and thinks “I’ll have that”. He produces his gun, then his big knife and tells him to hand over the cash, or he’d send him to hell. So he ends up taking all his money, and it was a pretty penny, I can tell you, and runs home to his missus, Molly. Thin Irish Phil trusted his missus not to grass him up, but he shouldn’t have coz she got him hammered on whiskey, which she kept in a jam-pot, until he was really tired then took him up to her room to sleep (which he much preferred to fishing, hunting or fighting). Some time between 5 and 7 the next morning, Farrell bursts into Molly’s room, with his soldier mates. Thin Irish Phil jumps out of bed, grabs the two pistols he keeps handy and shoots Farrell with both of them, before being overpowered, dragged off, convicted of his crimes and sent to prison. Which is where he is now.
True story.
Whack for my daddy-o.
( , Fri 15 Feb 2008, 12:05, 3 replies)
some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
but I like watchin' DVDs all dressed in terry townlin'.
( , Fri 15 Feb 2008, 19:29, closed)
but I like watchin' DVDs all dressed in terry townlin'.
( , Fri 15 Feb 2008, 19:29, closed)
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