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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Stag nightIt was my stag night in Sheffield on a freezing February night, we'd had plenty of booze and were looking for a restaurant to warm up in with a nice hot Indian curry.
We get to the top of Fargate (a pedestrian precinct) when I notice my mates gathering around. I'd let my guard drop thinking nothing was going to happen by this time.
I get picked up and one-two-three swung straight into the ice-cold fountain that's now no longer there.
A police van comes screaming up and I shout "Officers, arrest these men!", a copper says "What's going on here?" to which a mate replies "It's his stag night", gets a not-in-the-least-bothered "Carry on lads" and they drive off!
That was it. Bastards. Mates and coppers alike.
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Father_Ted Drink!, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 11:22,
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