elag wrote:
> > :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?".
ahah! my fault. I meant when I mentioned where they lived after she
moved over there lots of people went "Oh, very posh!" etc. She is (or
was) a young girl who left school and took a very poorly paid government
run training course... ending up jetting round the world. I think she
grew up and away from her family, but I still think she deserves credit
for how far she went, I guess she lives the American dream.
>
> > Damn my memory... one of the European sounding places
> > like Venice?
>
> There is a Venice, California in the Vicinity of L.A.
For some reason i think it's somewhere near Miami... but I could be
wrong. My son was in L.A and he was nowhere near her.
>
> > 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.
Quite probably. I know she wasn't happy when she first moved over there
but now she seems to be taking it all pretty well.
> > > 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?...
>
I used to watch that too! and didn't they do a remake in the 80s?
> >
> > 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"?
Oh yes. We have a penchant for gritty northern dramas, and I guess we
couldn't get more northern than Scotland. Personally I prefer the irish
books by Roddy Doyle, which includes 'the Commitments.' he has a fine
sense of humour, makes me chuckle aloud, but very down to earth too.
> >
> > 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.
Oh go on, you jest! :O)
--
Paul. (I wish I had the wings to fly away from here)
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