The PoliceSitting in my local pub late one night enjoying the landlord's flexible idea of what constitutes his licencing hours, a bunch of drunk blokes in raincoats burst in. Requesting to be served, one shouted at the barman "It's alright - we're not coppers!"
They were spitting images of Lt. Columbo to a man. The barman laughed them out of the pub.
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chthonic, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 10:12)
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My dad had just got back from teaching English in FranceAnd was driving an old foreign left-hand-drive car with his French mate. I suppose his concept of UK traffic laws was quite poor at this point, cause he drove into Picadilli Circus the wrong way and jammed up the whole junction (this was the 60s - there was a policeman directing traffic in the middle).
Bobby steps up to the (passenger) side window and knocks infuriatedly. Dad's mate winds it down and says "What's the problem copper?" in genuine French. Dad - sitting in the left-hand driving seat - goes along and says an equally puzzled fluent French "What on earth does the Gendarme want?"
Bobby decides "Stupid foreign nutters don't know the decent English laws of the road," and waves them through the snarled up traffic.
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no cake for the impuritay Patrick Stewart hasn't aged since, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 9:35,
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