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  • Really good mate of mine could get serious time today

All joking aside, my best mate was scooped around the turn of the millenium for firing out a bit of gear on a weekly basis. Nowhere near the amounts you are talking about but he went inside for a year. Remember going to visits, seems grim enough. He made a couple of good mates while in there which made it easier and also kept an eye out for him. Not ideal by any means but it’s not going to be like midnight express either.

Does sound like they have something on him, sean. Maybe recorded calls, emails or a brussel sprout has tied him into the goings on?

    seanc80
    I hope it all goes well for your friend. I started my own courier business up in April and almost all my work is moving items between businesses although sometimes I collect items from houses & take the to a different location. I’ve said to my friends that it would be very easy for a company/person to ask me to collect & deliver something very dodgy without me knowing what I’m talking.
    I hope he wins his case.

      Best of luck to your mate Sean.

      Smaller scale but a lad I knew at uni basically did someone a favour by picking up and dropping off a bag of pills. Turned out that the guy who he picked up from was under surveillance, so he ended up getting nicked for it. He spent most of his second year at uni waiting for his trial to start.

      Poor bastard ended up dropping out, not sure if he went down.

      Anyway I’m sure many of us did some daft/reckless shit when we where younger when you look back on it. There but for the grace of god and all that.

        mono-stereo There was a real life account in Mixmag around the time we were at uni (I think we’re about the same age? I was born ’80, at uni ’98-'01) that properly scared the shit out of me and all my clubbing mates at the time, I remember it well.

        Basically, about a student who picked up a batch for all his mates each weekend. Anyway, he got busted and just happened to have the amount (borderline, though) where it’s possession with intent to supply. His account of how fucked his life was was proper grim stuff, just for sorting his mates out each weekend as he had the dealer’s number.

            -si- or a brussel sprout

            Those pesky vegetables!!

            But really - what the ’eck does that mean?

            • -si- replied to this.

                Shit Sean, sounds fucking horrific. All the best for your mate and hope the jury see it for what it is.

                I got caught going into a club in Estonia and had a fucking terrible time of it - night in the most disgusting cell, good cop bad cop. I had to wait 6 months in the UK before they decided what to do - obviously, I’m assuming the worst. The British Consulate were fucking excellent mind - they phoned and left a message and said to call them urgently - I nearly collapsed - phoned them back and they said they had some bad news, bit of a pause and then said I had to pay an €800 fine FFS - I’ve never been happier to part with cash in my life. Thought it would give me a criminal record too, so my first trip after to the US was filled with dread, but all good. One of the worst single experiences of my life - that 6 months assuming the worst…

                I used to get all the bits and bobs for mates for years, but I’ve stopped all that shit now - properly makes me anxious just getting my own these days.

                  Yea that sounds rough Grant. This guy’s trial has been put back nearly a dozen times for various reasons. Even the actual trial has been a circus with jurers dropping out etc

                    seanc80 Even the actual trial has been a circus with jurers dropping out etc

                    The old threat of a trip to a remote farmhouse in the Hiace eh?

                      Happy to buy him a pint when he gets releases Sean.

                      Should be some 90th.

                        Smallman1 Happy to buy him a pint when he gets releases Sean.

                        Should be some 90th.

                        A LOL for me ol’ mucker EDWARD SMALLMAN!

                          Along_the_Wire I used to get all the bits and bobs for mates for years

                          I used to do the same back in the early 90’s. Then one day I just scored hash then my friend said do you fancy coming with me to pick up a set of decks & a mixer from a house. Unbeknown to me they were bought with a stolen credit card. As we pulled up to the house I stuffed the hash down my pants. When my mate got out the van all of a sudden we were surrounded by police. We Both got nicked - taken to the police station in separate cars. I was shitting it as I had half ounce down my pants. They frisked me but didn’t find the gear. Once in my cell I managed to break the gear up into little pieces and push it down the back of bed. In the meantime the police had got a warrant and went round my parents house and searched my bedroom looking for stolen credit cards.
                          The next morning were taken up to a North London police station as that was were the crime had taken place. I got let off as being in the wrong place at the wrong time but my mate got a fine plus a criminal record. When I got home my parents went fucking mental. It was scary.

                              Can’t your mate just do a ‘full Oirish’ in front of the judge? You know, proper thick accent, a bit of ‘what am I loike!?’ confuse the jury with a load of inallinanyways and a bit of a jig? Sometimes distraction is the best tactic, and everyone loves a character.

                              My brother spent 6m in juvenile detention centre when he was 16/17 for knocking out weed. Our house was raided one sunny evening Friday evening. Broke my mum’s heart at the time.
                              We used to knock out speed and pills in the final yr of Uni, mainly just to pay for the night out. We were progressively getting more and more each time and we knew we were getting in bit deep when a scary looking body builder came to the house with a large sports bag absolutely packed with Class As to see what we wanted.

                              Talking of ‘in too deep’, I’ll always remember the night I went down the Spon End West Indian Community Centre in Coventry on something like a Thursday night for drum n bass night, and my mate introduced me to the people he knew. We were the only white people in there.

                              Got introduced to a bloke called ‘The Dentist’. When someone has a nickname ‘The Dentist’, and he wasn’t on a Dentistry degree at our uni, you can imagine how much I sharted it even shaking his hand.

                              Great story Dave. He was probably more scared of you standing beside him looking like a giant fucking Solero

                                Dubman Once in my cell I managed to break the gear up into little pieces and push it down the back of bed

                                Why?

                                You were home and dry then.

                                    Smallman1 home and dry

                                    Home and dry. Two words you can never associate, you leaking-roofed CUNT.

                                      Smallman1
                                      I panicked. Besides once we were in London we had take our clothes off and wear a flimsy boiler suit