Ooh more, a train this time
Not me, but meh. If you are sent on a holiday to one of her Maj's hotels you are, upon your release, if you need to travel to get home, given a rail warrant, basically a voucher to buy a single ticket home at the nearest station. I worked at a station for about a year and processed these gents. Between the prison and my station the only building they would pass was a 24 hour supermarket, and without fail every one who came through had either a big slab of lager or a bag of vodka or something, basically booze. You would have thought that you get out, you must still be on probation, gotta keep your nose clean, mental list of things to do...... Number one, act like a noisy tit and draw attention to yourself. Job's a good 'un. One day 2 gobshites turn up, already rather merry after a gentle 25 minute prison to supermarket to station stroll, couldn't stop swearing and shouting, get their tickets, and potter off. The train arrives and they decide that they would rather travel in first class. The story as related to me was that in the 20 minute journey to York they generally made every bodies life a bit less sunny with their over exuberant tales of life inside, explained to the guard that they would rather not either move or pay for a first class ticket, decided that going to the toilet was an uneccessary waste of their valuable time and instead wee'd into one of their empty bottles and put it in a bin (after much racket and showing to all their new friends on the train "I've fuggin pissed in a bottle look look mister that's me piss look look hahahaha" etc) and finally deciding to pick on who they thought was one of the weakest and most vulnerable passengers, who unfortunately happened to be a lady Superintendent in the Yorkshire Constabulary. Oh dear. Cue a small party at York station, them as special VIP guests with 2 coppers each, bless em'
(tinypod will never learn. Ever., Thu 7 Sep 2006, 22:53, Reply)