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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Held at "gun point"
A year ago now my flatmate and I were walking back home along a busy street in Edinburgh. The night was cold but beers were keeping us warm, almost. Then, a few hundred meters away we see a guy stumbling along with no shirt on... it's pretty damn cold... but we ignore it, he gets closer, yup no shirt and visibly swaying... must be out of a club and going to get a taxi...
We pass, or i do, the guy grabs my flatmate by the throat and demands his shirt. By the time i turn around the guy has a gun pointed at my mates head! Over a shirt!... but wait... it hasn't got a handle... and has a screen...and buttons...it's a phone...being held up by a phone...what a twat
Then the shock wears off, the guys grip slowly loosens, his arm drops down from the effort of holding it up, his whole body droops and he falls to the ground.
So we wander off laughing about it leaving the guy sprawled on the pavement.
( , Sat 16 Feb 2008, 17:19, Reply)
A year ago now my flatmate and I were walking back home along a busy street in Edinburgh. The night was cold but beers were keeping us warm, almost. Then, a few hundred meters away we see a guy stumbling along with no shirt on... it's pretty damn cold... but we ignore it, he gets closer, yup no shirt and visibly swaying... must be out of a club and going to get a taxi...
We pass, or i do, the guy grabs my flatmate by the throat and demands his shirt. By the time i turn around the guy has a gun pointed at my mates head! Over a shirt!... but wait... it hasn't got a handle... and has a screen...and buttons...it's a phone...being held up by a phone...what a twat
Then the shock wears off, the guys grip slowly loosens, his arm drops down from the effort of holding it up, his whole body droops and he falls to the ground.
So we wander off laughing about it leaving the guy sprawled on the pavement.
( , Sat 16 Feb 2008, 17:19, Reply)
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