Breakin' The Law'I'd taken some mushrooms in a pub,' writes Allen Smithee, 'and things had got a bit odd. People turning into goblins, barstools into toadstools etc. I wandered off from my friends and found myself in a carpark. I noticed a huge liquorice allsort driving towards me and Bertie Basset got out. I kinda realised that Bertie was a policeman and my brain went into paranoid fast forward. I decided that I must be being arrested and said, "I'll just get in the back of your car, Officer" Bertie looked at me with disgust, "Not bleeding likely sunshine. Just piss off home ok?"'
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rob, Wed 7 Jan 2004, 20:34)
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The Fast and the FortunateMost of my run-ins have been for speeding, back in my younger days (don't get caught so often now I have a motorbike). Here's one of my favourites:
Returning home from a site visit in a customer's factory down the country. Proceeding at a healthy 90-odd mph up the motorway, I notice an Alpha Romeo (which I didn't know was a cop car) start to tail me pretty close. I sped up a bit, as you do. Before long we reach the end of the motorway where it turns into a dual-carriageway with an inexplicable 40mph speed limit. It's at this point that the sirens & lights go on, and I'm pulled over to be told that they have me on video doing 120mph in a 40 zone. Oops!!
So I got in touch with a friend of a friend who's in the police, and who tells me that this could be difficult to get off because the traffic squad are always being approached by other police on behalf of friends. Some time later, I learn that he had got in contact with them and told them that I was helping him with a fairly sensitive drug investigation, and could they let it slide. Never heard anything back about it. Phew!
(, Fri 9 Jan 2004, 9:54, Reply)
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