And another one....
I was managing a community centre (village hall) in a half horse village huddling in the arsecrack of nowhere a long time ago. Some little twunt and twunts friend started kicking doors of village hall off while I was inside running a youthclub. So I opened doors and punched little twunt in the face. Oh Yeaah Babbbbeeee! He and his twuntish friend called the old bill who turned up damm sharpish (not like the time I called them after we had had a break in) I politely explained to Officer Knob that I had merely poked little twunt in chest while remonstrating about kicking my doors. Showed Officer Knob broken doors (they had been broken for some years) and said I had no idea why little twunts face was sporting such an interesting bruise. Officer Knob and partner put little twunt in car and took statement, then put friend of little twunt in car and took statement. Then little twunt again and then friend of twunt again. Two statement makers, four statements and they where all different! Cue little twunt and twunts friend being driven home crying (16 year old (not) hooligans)in police car. Cue me rolling around on floor pissing myself laughing (with sore knuckles). Vandalism at said village hall dropped by a tiny amount for a tiny amount of time. But hey.. it felt good!
Could do with a question along the lines of crimes I got away with. I would be writing for weeks. Aaah good times...good times...
(godisdove I like cheese, Fri 15 Feb 2008, 16:21, Reply)