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I've just posted this on b3ta, for their "Brushes with the law" feature. I'll share it here.
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I ended up COMPLETELY blootered. Seriously and absolutely minging. We were walking back to a mates house to continue the festivities and I thought it would be a grand idea to kick over one of the plastic warning bars around a gas pipe that was being worked on, just as a copper car was coming past. Cue coppers braking to a halt and reversing. One of my female friends (I couldn’t speak) explained to the policeman that I had just fallen into the bar, to which the copper replied, “If he can pick it back up, we’ll let him off”.
I couldn’t. I was so p'ssed I fell into the hole. I gave it another try, and then sort of muttered “hvsssmmamammsmams” and started staggering off down the road. Mr Policeman was having none of this and promptly nicked me, put me in the back of the car and explained to my friends that I was spending the night in the local cop Hilton. No problem.
I was remarkably calm about all this, until I started accusing the two coppers of nicking my tabs. Of course, I’d smoked the lot before being arrested. They said they hadn’t. I said they had. This escalated until I was *screaming* abuse at them. Once we were in the station and I was being charged, one of the friends I was with previously rang up and explained that he was a trainee solicitor, and could he speak to me. I was put on the phone and started calling the desk sergeant worse that s****, screaming down the phone really, to which he said, “Put the desk sergeant back on please would you?” as it was obvious I was in no state to hold a civil conversation.
Things got worse when I then started accusing them of nicking all my personal belonging’s including a gold ring I got off a grandparent for a 21st birthday. Bundled into the cell, I shouted and hurled abuse whilst sitting on the thin mattress directly opposite the cell door until I passed out appox 2 hours later.
I have to stress here that I was completely out of control. By this time I could walk, but it seemed as if the gin had created a weird bypass of all calm thought and tapped into the primitive anger centre of my brain. I was being an a*******. An utter, utter a*******. I have nothing against the law at all usually, and respect and admire the job they do but this time, I was a dervish.
At 6am I woke up, saw where I was and thought “Oh. HELL. What’s happened here?” Asking for a drink of water I got the “Ohhhh, you’re awake now are you?” in a really sweet and understanding voice.
The crunch to all this? My father has worked in the police force for over 30 years, and is well know to all around the region. As soon as they knew my surname they bunged me up in a cell, but in the morning it was “You aren’t XXXXX’s son are you?” to which they full well knew I was and I had to listen for 45 minutes about how disappointed my father would be, and how he’s so well respected to all, a well liked man in the brotherhood of police etc etc etc. While I was being printed, photographed and cationed.
To top it all off, I got home ready to explain what had happened to dad, and someone from his station had recognised me. And gave him a phone call. And he let me know about how disgusted he was at me.
Somehow, A good kicking would have been so much better.
I have never drank as much gin in my life again…………….
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I ended up COMPLETELY blootered. Seriously and absolutely minging. We were walking back to a mates house to continue the festivities and I thought it would be a grand idea to kick over one of the plastic warning bars around a gas pipe that was being worked on, just as a copper car was coming past. Cue coppers braking to a halt and reversing. One of my female friends (I couldn’t speak) explained to the policeman that I had just fallen into the bar, to which the copper replied, “If he can pick it back up, we’ll let him off”.
I couldn’t. I was so p'ssed I fell into the hole. I gave it another try, and then sort of muttered “hvsssmmamammsmams” and started staggering off down the road. Mr Policeman was having none of this and promptly nicked me, put me in the back of the car and explained to my friends that I was spending the night in the local cop Hilton. No problem.
I was remarkably calm about all this, until I started accusing the two coppers of nicking my tabs. Of course, I’d smoked the lot before being arrested. They said they hadn’t. I said they had. This escalated until I was *screaming* abuse at them. Once we were in the station and I was being charged, one of the friends I was with previously rang up and explained that he was a trainee solicitor, and could he speak to me. I was put on the phone and started calling the desk sergeant worse that s****, screaming down the phone really, to which he said, “Put the desk sergeant back on please would you?” as it was obvious I was in no state to hold a civil conversation.
Things got worse when I then started accusing them of nicking all my personal belonging’s including a gold ring I got off a grandparent for a 21st birthday. Bundled into the cell, I shouted and hurled abuse whilst sitting on the thin mattress directly opposite the cell door until I passed out appox 2 hours later.
I have to stress here that I was completely out of control. By this time I could walk, but it seemed as if the gin had created a weird bypass of all calm thought and tapped into the primitive anger centre of my brain. I was being an a*******. An utter, utter a*******. I have nothing against the law at all usually, and respect and admire the job they do but this time, I was a dervish.
At 6am I woke up, saw where I was and thought “Oh. HELL. What’s happened here?” Asking for a drink of water I got the “Ohhhh, you’re awake now are you?” in a really sweet and understanding voice.
The crunch to all this? My father has worked in the police force for over 30 years, and is well know to all around the region. As soon as they knew my surname they bunged me up in a cell, but in the morning it was “You aren’t XXXXX’s son are you?” to which they full well knew I was and I had to listen for 45 minutes about how disappointed my father would be, and how he’s so well respected to all, a well liked man in the brotherhood of police etc etc etc. While I was being printed, photographed and cationed.
To top it all off, I got home ready to explain what had happened to dad, and someone from his station had recognised me. And gave him a phone call. And he let me know about how disgusted he was at me.
Somehow, A good kicking would have been so much better.
I have never drank as much gin in my life again…………….
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ßora† SagdiyeV wrote:
> Kinda lost a bit of respect for the police that night, but I realise
> that 99.9% of them are not like that.
Aye, I've had some runins with some seriously nasty coppers, but in my experience most are normal people doing a difficult job.
English Bloke. Respect. :)
> Kinda lost a bit of respect for the police that night, but I realise
> that 99.9% of them are not like that.
Aye, I've had some runins with some seriously nasty coppers, but in my experience most are normal people doing a difficult job.
English Bloke. Respect. :)
As with any job there are going to be some "bad people" working within it. The only problem is that you don't really remember if you were served by a rude shop assistant, well, you may remember for a little while, but not for too long. However, if you ever have any dealings with the police you will remember them, not only that, but if they were bad dealings you will probably tell everyone you know about it.
English_Bloke wrote:
> We are nice, we know alcohol makes idiots out of everyone. We wont
> take any crap from you, but the next day when you sober up and
> apologise, we wont hold everything against you...well, maybe.
I know you don't like to hear it but I've run into some that were seriously abusing their power. When I was younger I went through a bit of an 'idiot' phase. I never did anything bad, I just kinda put myself in stupid situations (like the previous post). Once I was walking through preston after a night out. A friend had to go into one of those walk in cash machine lobby things. While I was in there with him, I found builders chisel. I know I shouldn't have, but I picked it up. Walking down the street once again, holding my builders chisel, three (yes 3) police cars and a dog van grind to a hault next to me. Two guys get out and throw me against a window.
Now I can understand that - for it is a deadly weapon, and they had no idea what I intended to do with it. What I DO object to is their following conversation with me :
"What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a student"
"Oh right, scummy sponging students - I probably bought that shirt for you then"
"That's a bit out of order don't you think"
"You better shut your mouth or we'll have you locked up for the night ...
Now, I bought that shirt for you, didn't I?"
"No"
"If you don't co-operate we'll have you up for drunken disorderly"
etc etc.
Kinda lost a bit of respect for the police that night, but I realise that 99.9% of them are not like that.
> We are nice, we know alcohol makes idiots out of everyone. We wont
> take any crap from you, but the next day when you sober up and
> apologise, we wont hold everything against you...well, maybe.
I know you don't like to hear it but I've run into some that were seriously abusing their power. When I was younger I went through a bit of an 'idiot' phase. I never did anything bad, I just kinda put myself in stupid situations (like the previous post). Once I was walking through preston after a night out. A friend had to go into one of those walk in cash machine lobby things. While I was in there with him, I found builders chisel. I know I shouldn't have, but I picked it up. Walking down the street once again, holding my builders chisel, three (yes 3) police cars and a dog van grind to a hault next to me. Two guys get out and throw me against a window.
Now I can understand that - for it is a deadly weapon, and they had no idea what I intended to do with it. What I DO object to is their following conversation with me :
"What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a student"
"Oh right, scummy sponging students - I probably bought that shirt for you then"
"That's a bit out of order don't you think"
"You better shut your mouth or we'll have you locked up for the night ...
Now, I bought that shirt for you, didn't I?"
"No"
"If you don't co-operate we'll have you up for drunken disorderly"
etc etc.
Kinda lost a bit of respect for the police that night, but I realise that 99.9% of them are not like that.
im not a copper... darn it
no using the taser, or electric device that hurts on people cos they hurt your feelings? i would. then again im a copper. evening sarge...
ßora† SagdiyeV wrote:
> Upon waking in a cell, I ate humble pie and apologised to all the
> people there, who were surprisingly nice considering.
We are nice, we know alcohol makes idiots out of everyone. We wont take any crap from you, but the next day when you sober up and apologise, we wont hold everything against you...well, maybe.
> Upon waking in a cell, I ate humble pie and apologised to all the
> people there, who were surprisingly nice considering.
We are nice, we know alcohol makes idiots out of everyone. We wont take any crap from you, but the next day when you sober up and apologise, we wont hold everything against you...well, maybe.
That story is almost an exact carbon copy of what happened to me :
Went to a mates 18th (this was about 6-7 years ago) near a local prison. The prison is quite far away from most towns, so we had quite a way to walk to the nearest taxi rank. Obviously we were all pretty hammered, me in particular. The police cruise past in a van, then turn around and come back.
"What are you up to lads?"
"Oh, just walking back from a party etc etc".
"Give us a lift to the town will ya" says I "I know your heading that way anyway"
The police quite generously offer to do this, saying we must sit in the back of the van.
"Rubbish" says I "There's three seats in that van, and only two of you, I wanna sit in the front!"
"You either sit in the back, or no lift" says the copper
This banter goes on for about 2 minutes until I eventually shut up and get in the back.
When we get to the town, they let us all out, but ask to see all our IDs. My younger friend is using a fake ID, for which he starts getting questioned about.
"Leave him alone, we're just trying to have a decent night out, we're not bothering anyone"
"Just shut up and go and stand over there, will you?" says the copper.
They eventually let my friend go after confiscating his fake ID.
"F***in Wan****" says I, to my friend, for no good reason other than I was pished.
Two policemen then escorted me to a cell, which was handy for them as we were stood right outside the police station. I spent the next 20 minutes hurling abuse at the custody sargeant, saying it was 'complete bo**ocks' and the like.
Upon waking in a cell, I ate humble pie and apologised to all the people there, who were surprisingly nice considering. I stumbled home at 7:30am with the worst hangover ever. When I returned home my mum asked me about it - seems I'd told the custody sargeant to tell my parents where I was.
Why? I have no idea.
Went to a mates 18th (this was about 6-7 years ago) near a local prison. The prison is quite far away from most towns, so we had quite a way to walk to the nearest taxi rank. Obviously we were all pretty hammered, me in particular. The police cruise past in a van, then turn around and come back.
"What are you up to lads?"
"Oh, just walking back from a party etc etc".
"Give us a lift to the town will ya" says I "I know your heading that way anyway"
The police quite generously offer to do this, saying we must sit in the back of the van.
"Rubbish" says I "There's three seats in that van, and only two of you, I wanna sit in the front!"
"You either sit in the back, or no lift" says the copper
This banter goes on for about 2 minutes until I eventually shut up and get in the back.
When we get to the town, they let us all out, but ask to see all our IDs. My younger friend is using a fake ID, for which he starts getting questioned about.
"Leave him alone, we're just trying to have a decent night out, we're not bothering anyone"
"Just shut up and go and stand over there, will you?" says the copper.
They eventually let my friend go after confiscating his fake ID.
"F***in Wan****" says I, to my friend, for no good reason other than I was pished.
Two policemen then escorted me to a cell, which was handy for them as we were stood right outside the police station. I spent the next 20 minutes hurling abuse at the custody sargeant, saying it was 'complete bo**ocks' and the like.
Upon waking in a cell, I ate humble pie and apologised to all the people there, who were surprisingly nice considering. I stumbled home at 7:30am with the worst hangover ever. When I returned home my mum asked me about it - seems I'd told the custody sargeant to tell my parents where I was.
Why? I have no idea.
MoJoJoJo wrote:
> If my parents had found it, world war three would've kicked
> off, so it must be around here somewhere...
Thats paranoia I'd rather not go through. Hope it was in your trouser pockets and went through the wash. :)
> If my parents had found it, world war three would've kicked
> off, so it must be around here somewhere...
Thats paranoia I'd rather not go through. Hope it was in your trouser pockets and went through the wash. :)
That's like something out of a sitcom, who will find the slip first?
I went and lost my bail slip somewhere in the house. How daft is THAT?
Luckily, one of the coppers had cut a deal with my mate that if one person owned up to doing one thing, someone else owned up to doing another and so on, we'd only get cautions and it wouldn't go to court.
Since I hadn't actually done anything (yet, ironically, was one of only two people to get arrested over it all) I didn't have to admit to squat. So no court date. Only the bail slip is still in the house... If my parents had found it, world war three would've kicked off, so it must be around here somewhere...
Luckily, one of the coppers had cut a deal with my mate that if one person owned up to doing one thing, someone else owned up to doing another and so on, we'd only get cautions and it wouldn't go to court.
Since I hadn't actually done anything (yet, ironically, was one of only two people to get arrested over it all) I didn't have to admit to squat. So no court date. Only the bail slip is still in the house... If my parents had found it, world war three would've kicked off, so it must be around here somewhere...
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