Path: news.nzbot.com!not-for-mail
Message-ID: <3F5862D4.83C5E9BA@blueyonder.co.uk>
From: Paul Heslop <paul.heslop@blueyonder.co.uk>
X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.78 [en]C-CCK-MCD NetscapeOnline.co.uk (Windows NT 5.0; U)
X-Accept-Language: en,pdf
MIME-Version: 1.0
Newsgroups: alt.surrealism
Subject: Re: site for sore feet
References: <3F45C1A8.D6486212@cloud9.net> <3F46396E.E878F830@blueyonder.co.uk> <3F46F301.CFE12334@cloud9.net> <3F473AA5.4A3E28E8@blueyonder.co.uk> <3F4C3620.E5819040@cloud9.net> <3F4C8091.A6C82DE3@blueyonder.co.uk> <3F556C3B.1B80BB9B@cloud9.net> <3F569510.1B4AA605@blueyonder.co.uk> <3F57FCE7.FE8A6A69@cloud9.net>
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Lines: 104
Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2003 10:17:58 GMT
NNTP-Posting-Host: 82.39.104.77
X-Complaints-To: abuse@blueyonder.co.uk
X-Trace: news-text.cableinet.net 1062757078 82.39.104.77 (Fri, 05 Sep 2003 11:17:58 BST)
NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 05 Sep 2003 11:17:58 BST
Organization: blueyonder (post doesn't reflect views of blueyonder)
Xref: news.nzbot.com alt.surrealism:538
elag wrote:
> > > In some ways, surely. You can't hardly find a decent cup o' tea anywhere.
> >
> > :O) That would mean my wife would refuse to even visit! Her sister has
> > started drinking coffee simply for that reason. She also missed her
> > English cheeses.
>
> You could always brew your own, of course. If you search hard enough
> you can find tea leaves which escaped bagging. In big cities you can
> even find a nice Wensleydale or a smiling Cheshire... but laminated
> yellow plastic slices are far more common. The poor fools don't even
> realize how they're suffering.
:O) I can't recall the name of the place they live, somewhere on the
coast and very exclusive if people's reactions when I mentioned it were
anything to go by. Damn my memory... one of the European sounding places
like Venice? We suggested she look out for Wallace and Grommit cheese
:O)
>
> > >
> > > > I suppose, at the end of the day its just whatever you're used to. I'm
> > > > used to not having seen more than a handful of real guns in my whole
> > > > life (discounting museums) and if I ever got stopped for something I had
> > > > or hadn't done (when I was a naughty little boy) the last thing I
> > > > worried about was whether a sudden movement would put me in a wooden
> > > > box.
> > >
> > > It's even more dangerous if your complexion is dark, capeesh?
> >
> > So I have heard. I guess it is the same here, but again to a lesser
> > extent. here they almost always meet with an accident, rather than
> > actually being shot trying to escape etc. Oops, he fell down the stairs!
> > (And they really do say that, I know because that's what they said when
> > they beat ME up)
>
> Bobbies roughed you up? What happened?
I was, to put it mildly, a little wild as a youth, I even spent some
time in the big house. Okay, to put it mildly I was a bastard :O) Like
my father before me I thought I could handle the drink and it was
handling me. On the night in question though I wasn't drunk, but had
been drinking. A friend had split up with his girlfriend, who was
spending the rest of the evening goading him. When we left the pub,
about four of us. she and her friends followed behind, shouting abuse at
the guy and he lost his temper, though rather than hit her he hit a shop
window and before we knew what was happening there were cops everywhere.
I actually backed off a little as it was quite amusing, but while i was
watching one cop grabbed another friend who didn't have a mean bone in
his body, threw him to the ground and stomped on his head. I walked over
and tried to stop him and next thing I know we're both in a car going
down the station. Then the cop doing the stomping starts on about how I
used to beat him up at school with my friends. he did know my name, but
I never beat people up for fun at school, that just wasn't my idea of
getting kicks. Foolishly I decided that as I was sober I would play a
game, so I calmly suggested that we talk it over with his boss, as I was
going to take his number and make sure that it was dealt with. I then
read his number off his shoulder and proceeded to repeat it over and
over. Inside the station became a nightmare. We were both dragged
around, by our hair at times, my clothes were ripped, i was beaten black
and blue and still i kept repeating the number. I also kept asking for
the boss. Eventually he appeared and he was as bad as his men, in fact
more so because he threatened to keep me locked up until I stopped being
a prat. I knew this wasn't his choice so I kept it up and they released
us early in the morning. I went round the front and tried to make a
formal complaint. They just left the office. i went to my solicitor and
he rang them. They said that I was being charged with obstruction of a
police officer in the course of his duty ( stamping on a head)
and nothing we could do would change that. The solicitor, not one to run
from a fight, this time said that with there being so many, including
the Chief, involved, our chances of winning would be nil. He was right,
though not for the first time I was fined a ridiculously small amount
for the charge.
I actually had many run ins with our lovely English bobbies, they're not
all Dioxin of Dock Green :O)
wow. I should write a book :O)
>
> > >
> > > > Sadly, due to the influx of what appears to be gangsta culture it
> > > > is becoming more likely to be the victim of some sort of armed tragedy.
> > >
> > > Ever think of joining a neighborhood watch?
> >
> > Eek! They even manage to steal the CCTV cameras here!
>
> not an uncommon spot of irony...
>
> check this out anyway:
>
> http://www.neighbourhoodwatch.net/
Cheers. I never even really thought about it before but on the immediate
area, our street at least, there would be enough people willing to do
something.
--
Paul. (I've never had to knock on wood)
--------------------------------------------------------------
Not what it seems...
http://www.geocities.com/dreamst8me/
|
| Follow-ups: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 |
|