My drug tale..
A few years ago in Leeds I got arrested for having a ruck with a few chavs who I ended up living next to for a year (which was nice, although they didn't recognise me. Knew there was a good reason to grow my hair)

Anyhoo, was arrested and as they're putting the cuffs on they ask if I've been in bother before 'no' says I. 'Unless you count those five years I got for smack dealing, ha ha!'

I thought that was pretty funny, considering I was very drunk and not having full control of my faculties. It wasnt funny when I got into the jam jar though and remembered what I had in my pockets..4 pills and £60 in ten pound notes. Oh dear.

So, get to the custody desk empty my pockets and leave my jacket (where the stash was) on the floor by the desk. Now heres a good reason not to give rozzers lip when you get nicked, if you play them fair and matey they forget they've nicked you. As I'm getting taken into the cell I turn round and say 'whoops! Lads I've left me jacket there, can you put it with the rest of my stuff please?'

I was sweating it until they brought me into the interview room. I was still sweating it when I got into the cop car to get a lift home. I checked my jacket. the beans were still there and as soon as I got home, boshed one and bopped round my house laughing at getting one over the coppers.
(The_Greyhound wrote www.luckymcdanger.blog.co.uk on, Wed 20 Feb 2008, 17:32, 1 reply)

You
are SHOCKINGLY lucky!
(clumsyeloquence is a girl, Wed 20 Feb 2008, 18:07, closed)