My brother sold me out to my folks because I was the golden child and kept it on the low down. Didn’t really get the bollocking from them as a result.
Although for my 21st I had a party at home and my brother gave my old dear half a cheeky. I was more shocked and disappointed if the truth be told!
No….I never got caught when living at home, and after I moved out, it was none of their business.
Have called mine to tell them I’m on the way to A&E on a particularly bad acid trip.
Then phoned myself an ambulance.
Upon arrival at MRI, in said ambulance, promptly went fucking (more) nuts, refusing to go in the ‘stretcher cases’ entrance as I was ‘alright really’ and shit scared of being committed.
Note - sign is as I read it, highly likely said something completely different
Got caught by my mum smoking weed when I was younger. My argument was that it was better than going out getting drunk and getting into fights. Think I won that one!
Never got caught but still don’t know how they didn’t what I was up to. Acid on Fridays & then pills on Saturdays and not returning home until Sunday evening to a microwave roast telling them I’ve been on the beer all weekend. It wasn’t until the late 90’s when my flat mate let my mum into my bedroom where I was halfway through rolling a joint. All she said was “I don’t mind that” all because she worked in a care home which had loads of MS sufferers and they used to take it to ease their symptoms.
Mad_Cyril That’s a fucking belter, MC!
Mad_Cyril Thoughts and prayers!
Got banged up by the rozzers for a few hours for dealing weed to a few mates. My mum had to come and pick me up. My cell had the word ‘shitty’ daubed on the wall with a big blob of shit dotting the i. Decided I would leave dealing to the local gypsies.
A good friend was arrested, high as all hell, and he was annoyed with the cops so he took a shit on the cell floor and pissed on it like a rabid animal. The loon
that reminds of when a friend of mine who bought some decks & mixer on a dodgy credit card and asked a local courier to go up to London to pick them up. My mate got a phone from the courier when he got back saying he had the decks & he could collect them. I went with him to the house to collect them. I waited in the van then all of a sudden i was surrounded by Police, arrested then both of us taken to the police staition(separately). The next morning we were both taken up to London again in separate cars for questioning. While this was going on my parents had knock on the door after midnight with a search warrant to search the house looking for stolen credit cards. My mate took the blame for the whole lot and was fined. I was let off completely for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. My parents went mental when i got home.
My prison days are where I got my 1,000 yard stare from. Thankfully a 3 hour stint in aldershot police station was not enough time to have to ’toss someone’s salad’ and I was let out on good behaviour. But prison stays with you, man.
I’ve been on a prison cell overnight twice. Once in London and once in Estonia. The Estonian one was for possession and I’ve never been so fucking scared in my life. The cell was absolutely fucking disgusting and the police were violent cunts. The British Consulate were superb - I expected to have to go to court four weeks later, but the Consulate phoned me to say they had some bad news - I nearly passed out - the bad news was a €600 fine with no criminal conviction - how is that bad news. The best money I’ve ever spent.
Millsy
I know we’re joking about it now but at the time it was scary. Just after my brother died I went off the rails , got heavily drunk and ended having a scrap down town. I ended up getting community service. I hated it but I soon learnt my lesson and I haven’t been in trouble since. But some the people doing community service spoke & treated the staff appallingly. I do wonder if they ended in prison. They just didn’t care about authority.
A night in the cell is compulsory growing up isn’t it? I got my night running along cars in Wolverhampton. When handcuffs were on I kept complaining that I couldn’t eat my kebab with cuffs on. Waking up the following morning in a cell didn’t feel good. I was supposed to pick up some gear that night too, glad I got pissed and couldn’t be arsed to go get it, otherwise could have been a different outcome!
Never done a night in the cells.
Done a few hours in the plod station in the afternoon for trespassing when I was younger, that’s it. Minor bollocking.
bosstrabs Minor bollocking.
If Jimmy Saville can get away with what he did, it’s no surprise you emerged unscathed from this offence
