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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those barmy french pleasemenWas interailing around Europe, arrived all alone in Grenoble in the Alps at about 11.30, having cleverly prebooked the youth hostel.
Find tram system. Find unfriendly looking ticket inspector. Ask him which tram to get to the youth hostel. He lies.
End up lost deep in an industrial estate. Flag down a passing policecar to ask directions. They ask how I ended up here. Can't remember the word for ticket inspector, so tell them a policeman told me to go there.
Promptly get a lift the 20minute drive to the Youth Hostel on entirely the otherside of town.
huzzah! vive la france. that's what our coppers could be like if they weren't too busy trying to catch Rob's landlord serving after hours.
(, Wed 28 Sep 2005, 3:27, Reply)
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