Paul Heslop wrote:
>
> 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.
When someone says that a place is "exclusive", presumably in an attempt
to impress, I must always ask: "Whom are you excluding?".
> Damn my memory... one of the European sounding places
> like Venice?
There is a Venice, California in the Vicinity of L.A.
> We suggested she look out for Wallace and Grommit cheese
> :O)
I'm not fond of L.A., but they seem to have their fair share of
cheeseries. I suspect that one might be well & thoroughly fleeced in
the "gourmet" shops in La-La Land.
> >
> > > >
> > > > > 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)
Of course the reference eluded me, but I finally figured it out. In
return I'll treat you to the lyrics for the theme song of "Car 54 Where
Are You?":
There's a hold up in the Bronx,
Brooklyn's broken out in fights.
There's a traffic jam in Harlem
That's backed up to Jackson Heights.
There's a scout troup short a child,
Kruschev's due at Idlewild
Car 54, Where Are You?...
>
> wow. I should write a book :O)
The story was interesting. If it were fleshed out a bit it might also
make a nice film script. Have you seen "Trainspotting"?
>
> >
> > > >
> > > > > 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.
Hey, I hope something positive does come of it, You see, the Usenet can
sometimes actually be of some use.
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