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She has bowel cancer, remember.
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Football is rubbish.
I never got caught.
I don't think I ever did anything really naughty though.
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The police issued a statement saying they had nothing to go on...
...so I got away with it.
My feedback thread is here.
Although I have been to police stations, police cells, courts, prisons,etc, so I know what it all looks, sounds and smells ( bleach mostly) like. Even as a visitor it's a fairly glum set of experiences.
No I'm trying though...
I've got a haircut, got a silver tooth and got some friends in my BMW.
I was terrified when Der Polizei turned up so ran upstairs with my Lady, whilst others ran the other way and I think got stopped, we hid in a small office and waited until we could hear no voices and then legged it like maniacs until we were away.
Remember it vividly as I was bloody terrified
Yep, once.
I had been working in a pub in Hammersmith for a few months, and had recently applied for my License. One lunchtime, the Police came in looking for me, arrested me, and took me to the local station where I sat in a cell for a couple of hours.
When I moved to London, I left my car parked up in another pubs car park ( I had permission from the landlord as he was a friend of mine). It turns out that one night, the car was stolen and was involved in several hit and run style crashes into parked cars and then abandoned. My friend apparently didn't even realise the car was missing as it had been parked around the back of the pub (deliberately out of the way).
To make matters worse, I left home at the same time my Parents split up. My Mum had gone a week after me, and my Dad moved into a one bed flat very soon after, so when the Police went to my address there wasn't anyone there. Part of the licensing process involves a Police check, so as soon as my application went in my name was flagged in the system.
Not a pleasant experience being handcuffed and stuffed into the back of a Police car. Thankfully its never happened since.
naughty teenager, not proud but certainly not ashamed either, spice of (young) life innit?
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