Divn't bring the poliss to the door...



I can only assume the amount of pain that would have come my way from my auld boy had a police officer knocked on the door.



And it would have been nothing compared to the real punishment from my mother for the embarrassment.
 
As a kid, I remember a knock at the door around bomby night (just fuck off... you'll be calling tits chebs next!) and when I asked who it was, the reply came "the poliss".

I opened it up and said copper had some foreign fella with him pointing at me saying "yes, yes, he was the one who took it". Apparently he'd had a mattress nicked "for the cause" and was blaming me. The lying get. All I can put it down to is my "friends" (bastards to a man) putting me in the frame. Luckily the copper could see that I was a good 'un.
 
Patch said:
As a kid, I remember a knock at the door around bomby night (just fuck off... you'll be calling tits chebs next!) and when I asked who it was, the reply came "the poliss".

I opened it up and said copper had some foreign fella with him pointing at me saying "yes, yes, he was the one who took it". Apparently he'd had a mattress nicked "for the cause" and was blaming me. The lying get. All I can put it down to is my "friends" (bastards to a man) putting me in the frame. Luckily the copper could see that I was a good 'un.
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:lol::lol:. Mattress for a cause . I like that one
 
Blanco y Tinto said:
Whos Ma and Da said this to them, and did you....
Just the once for me. I was a murder investigation like so surely top points for that :cool::cool:
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Yes, said it a few times, therefore never did, and shit myself when it was a possibility. I got caught with a Garfield in my pocket but the shop keeper let me off

Shoplifting days were well and truly over in an instant

JonMc said:
Kind of. I was drinking underage in the local club (numb as fuck of course...must have been a fair few in there who knew me dad) onto my second pint and then came the hand on my shoulder...I'll get this one - but any trouble etc...

He knew I was at the age where I would be pushing the boat but made the point on his own terms so that I'd understand.
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So did you bring them to the door or not?

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Sir Lancelot said:
Does being taken home in a Black Maria count?

My dad had asked if I wanted to go to church with him but I said no, so he went off on his own. Typically for a child as soon as he went out of the door I decided that I wanted to go and, without bothering with shoes or coat, I left the house.

At some point people noticed that there was a two year old wandering the streets and the Police were called. By the time that they arrived someone had recognised me as my dad’s child and the Police took me home to my unsuspecting mother who assumed that I had gone with Dad and was making the lunch.
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You were helping with lunch at 2 years old?
 
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Me Mam and Dad niver sed Divn't .Its dinnit in Sundlun .
Brought one to me Back door once,he followed me on my scrambler bike .I got off to open the garage door and spotted him blatting down the lane ,i jumped back on and did a dukes of hazard around a few streets and lost him
 
Old Prestonian said:
A copper lives next door but one to me and there are marked cars regularly parked outside when they have obviously popped in for a brew and a chat.
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I have probably popped home twice in the 10 years I’ve been here. Back in the mother country and when i was in CID I can’t lie...it was a bit more regularly, probably once every six months and only if i was conducting an inquiry in the area and Mrs K was at home.
 
I reported my car stolen outside of a lass house I was going out with at the time.

Got a lift home, copper comes round to take details. His radio goes, ‘where was car taken from?’ He tells them (the details I had given him). Copper on other end of radio ‘it’s still here’.

I had left the handbrake off and it had slowly rolled down the road. It was dark and panic had set in :lol:

Copper at the scene thought I had been on the plonk and legged it (car was resting on another car). He could tell by my breath and the absolute balloon nature of my actions that the whole thing was down to utter fuckwittery and nothing else.
 

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