Way back in the mists of time...
When I was still living at home I was, how should I put this?, busy with my breakfast one morning, getting ready for work when there was a knock on the door - the police were looking for me. In my semi-wakened state, I admitted that I was the person they were looking for.

And so they took me away to serve 10 days in the Hotel Windsor (Bedford) for non-payment of fines.

On a side note - this was before they built the new block there - we were herded, sheeplike, 3 to a cell, 23 hours a day locked up - GREAT fun.

I got through the week safe in the knowledge I had an eighth stashed in my room and was going to get royally wasted when I got home.

And so to my release - went through the grilling they put you through to ensure the right person is being let out, changed back into my civvies (with a couple of the shirts underneath - they sell for good money), was issued my travel pass and back into the wide world - woohoo!

Straight away I phoned my mate to come pick me up and we went for a decent breakfast (prison porridge is great for sticking pics on walls, but as a food?).

Finally got back home and shot up to my room - oh no, it's been tidied. Turned the room upside down looking for my hash - nowhere to be found :(

My mum threw out my stash.

Another time, I got home meaning to change and go out - where's my trainers (REALLY tatty pair of Reeboks - holes in the soles, split up the sides)? couldn't find them anywhere.

Asked my mum later about them. Her reply?

"Oh, we did a car boot sale - I sold them."

Not so much threw out, but who in their right mind would buy a smelly pair of worn out trainers?

Length? 10 days
( snee held his breath since, Fri 15 Aug 2008, 8:00, Reply)