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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Little bit of cheekLet's have another one then, shall we?
This is around 12 years ago or so, and one of my friends is at university in Coleraine, Northern Ireland. I pop over to visit him and hire a car, and we run around all over the place to see the sights.
Hire cars over there are pretty obvious, and in this one we have me (as English as you please), my friend (British-American passport, German surname), and his girlfriend (Catholic lass, long red hair, very obviously Irish). We are stopped at a junction where a police officer gestures for me to wind the window down, which I then do.
Cue the usual comments - "Hello officer, got nothing better to do?", all that stuff. He's not doing the usual jokey thing here, and is all matter-of-fact and direct. I try a few more lines but he's not giving me an inch. I realise the mood in the car has changed, and glance over to the other two. They're staring across the T junction to the wall opposite. I look, and see three other officers (or soldiers?) in full kevlar with SA-80s pointed at the car.
Instantly I am a lot more cooperative, the lip goes, and I'm telling him my life story, my shoe size, whatever he wanted. We manage to sort it all out, and trundle off. Afterwards I asked my mate and his gf if this was because of a security threat. "No, just a typical Saturday afternoon in Omagh".
Blimey.
(, Mon 26 Sep 2005, 17:05, Reply)
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