Discussion in 'SMB' started by Blanco y Tinto, Feb 13, 2018.
Shame you never had the polis at the door.
Law abiding folk
They come to my door every day.
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.
This is a Gregg's pastie short of a potential gold post
You own a knocking shop?
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.
. Mattress for a cause . I like that one
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
So did you bring them to the door or not?
You were helping with lunch at 2 years old?
I got banned from Asda when I was 14. I’ve always wanted to write to them and get my ban lifted
They have to go somewhere for a brew.
Climbing on top of Kwik Save when it was derelict and assault. Guilty and guilty.
No murders, though
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
Not that I’m aware of. Ask Mrs K.
Maybe, but i try not to go home when I’m working.
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.
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.
3 times for being a general helmet basically.
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
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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