a couple for you:
Our last temp here at work was with us while waiting for her start date with the Surrey police. She had a law degree from some uni in London and to support herself whilst a poverty stricken student she worked as a lapdancer/poledancer in Stringfellows! Which myself and my other two male colleagues were very happy to hear about. She said that sometimes she would leave at the end of the night with over a grand in cash on her. Extremely fit young thing she was too if I may allow myself to be a shallow twat, which i do. Saw her a while back in the full police gear which was kinda erotic and scary all at the same time.

Second story was when a friend and I drove to a shithole housing estate (totlands farnborough, if you know it) where they had a drive-through drugs service. Pull up and about 5 blokes came to the car, you placed your order and tootled off. Only used as a last resort as the pot was mostly cut with god knows what, but we were desperate, so off we went.

On arrival it's very quiet, normally about 5pm there were about 10 dealers hanging around with big fucking dogs on chains, drinking, nicking cars etc, but this time nothing apart from two blokes strolling along. My mate, the driver, calls out to them and they come up to the car. Friend asks them if they have any pot to sell at which point one of them reaches into his pocket and flashes his CID badge at us. Fantastic..

Turns out they had the area under surveillance for months and busted numerous dealers of varying importance on the estate. We got taken to the nick and spent hours in the cells (during which time we invented "push the chip", where we tried to fire a chip as far as possible through the tiny gap between our two cell windows, helped pass the time...) Also got interviewed by the regulation older cooler copper and the young trying to impress twatty one. The fucked up dealers had even got to the point where they were trying to sell various drugs to the Probation officers who had an office on the estate. They were right scum it must be said.

Right fucking hassle, got off with a warning, girlfriend went loopy at me and ended up at home, after the pubs had closed, unshagged and very very straight. arse.
(King Baldie, Mon 26 Sep 2005, 15:03, Reply)