A story.

[BANGKOK RED]

I'm more than a bit bored and so I thought that I'd share an experience with you.

One winter afternoon, when I was still in England I arranged to get pissed with a mate at her house, and considering that the weather was awful she agreed to pick me up.

We agreed that she would pick me up from the Bulldog on Queens drive, and so I go there. I go into the garage next to buy some ciggies, and a Pork Pie or something and then sit on the wall around The Bulldogs car-park to wait for my mate to arrive.

It was still light and I had not been there for long when I noticed a lone Bobby further up the road coming towards me, sort of ducking in and out of bushes. "What's he up to then" I thought.

Within seconds after that there where coppers fucking everywhere surrounding me. A chopper was soon overhead, there where loads of dogs and then some cunt arrives wearing body armour and brandishing a fucking big gun, which he pointed at me. "Hands on your head" he said, needless to say I dutifully obliged.

They started searching me, at gun-point asking if I had any weapons "Of course not" I not so calmly replied, and after a while they realised that I was not some chap who had been seen walking about Park South with a shotgun. As it turned out some busy-body working in the garage decided that I vaguely fitted the description of said offender and, despite my blatant absence of a shotgun, decided to call the Old Bill.

I will never forget the cars going past on Queen drive slowing down to get a good look at my mug, and one defining moment of the experience was that when my mate arrived to pick me up, she said to me from a distance, and with yours truly still at gunpoint "Jamie, what have you done now?"

True story that.

[Samdy Gray]

Haha, ace.  

[SwindonTartanArmy]

[dell boy]

Just think, if you had ran and they shot you, wow loads of compensation, what a missed opportunity sir.

[pauld]

Or more likely a hastily composed dossier "proving" BR was a potential terrorist/illegal immigrant/mentally unstable/combination of the above, backed up with a media smear campaign

[stfctownenda]

DRS must of got away that day then  

[Gelbfüßler]

Most importantly did you get to knob your 'mate' after all that?

[BANGKOK RED]

Most importantly did you get to knob your 'mate' after all that?

Nay, she was too good a friend for Hanky-Panky. We nearly did once but the pills that night where so strong that my member refused to play ball.

[Barry Scott]

That's a must tell story, one of those ones you bring up when you get bored making small talk. I reckon you should tabloid it up though, just for drama's sake.

[Reg Smeeton]

Vaguely makes me think of when teh Irish terrorism was at its worst.....

     Living in London, I'd gone to a party somewhere down Shepperton way, me and me mate had picked up a couple of birds, and decided to go into Heathrow airport fro some food or something, after we'd left the party..  Mates car was a mini  (I'll never use that word again without thinking    thanks JFW)

   I was sat in the back it was a bit cramped and there was a Crook lock,  this was a security device which locked steering to pedals, so I put said device over my shoulder to keep it out of the way.  

  We got hauled over by a heavy police armed security, as someone had seen the crook lock and thought it a gun.  It took a bit of explaining that we were just popping into Heathrow for a spot of early morning food.