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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I know the group of which you speak
I also used to go through Tott. Court Road at around 8.30am every day to get to work, it's a horrible place. Later in the day, the junkies would relocate to the paved area in front of my office (where I used to work with the lovely Grandmasterfluffles before I quit), and spend the day sleeping, squabbling, begging and waiting to meet their dealer. Occasionally they'd get abusive if we refused to give them money. They were the least subtle junkies I've ever seen: from our 1st floor window, we could practically see down their crack pipe as they huddled in the phonebox on the pretext of making a call. It was really quite sad to see them like this, day after day.
EDIT: Oh yeah, and one day one of them just pissed himself as he lay on the ground, he couldn't get the energy together to even sit up.
( , Mon 18 Feb 2008, 16:26, Reply)
I also used to go through Tott. Court Road at around 8.30am every day to get to work, it's a horrible place. Later in the day, the junkies would relocate to the paved area in front of my office (where I used to work with the lovely Grandmasterfluffles before I quit), and spend the day sleeping, squabbling, begging and waiting to meet their dealer. Occasionally they'd get abusive if we refused to give them money. They were the least subtle junkies I've ever seen: from our 1st floor window, we could practically see down their crack pipe as they huddled in the phonebox on the pretext of making a call. It was really quite sad to see them like this, day after day.
EDIT: Oh yeah, and one day one of them just pissed himself as he lay on the ground, he couldn't get the energy together to even sit up.
( , Mon 18 Feb 2008, 16:26, Reply)
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