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| Mar 6th, 2005 05:00 PM | ||
| Bod |
Areesting two folk for a couple of bongs and a blimp is not what I'd refer to as a death blow. But Rodney did make my friends laugh - it didn't make me cool. |
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| Mar 5th, 2005 05:04 AM | ||
| Zhukov |
Operation Iron Hammer? Operation Death Blow? No. OPERATION RODNEY. |
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| Mar 1st, 2005 05:06 PM | ||
| kellychaos |
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| Feb 28th, 2005 08:15 PM | ||
| Bod |
It was looked after by people not arrested that lived in Joeys house until I returned. The cops kindly sorted that one out for me. Hearts of gold, eh? |
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| Feb 28th, 2005 07:44 PM | ||
| bigtimecow |
what happened to the dog? 
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| Feb 28th, 2005 07:40 PM | ||
| Zbu Manowar |
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| Feb 28th, 2005 07:27 PM | ||
| Anonymous | bod you should pm me with your phone number | |
| Feb 28th, 2005 07:22 PM | ||
| Bod |
And what do you refer to a bonnet as? Apart from a thing they wear in Little House On The Prairie. |
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| Feb 26th, 2005 05:00 PM | ||
| kellychaos |
I know what a "bonnet" is. 
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| Feb 26th, 2005 01:18 PM | ||
| Bod |
Another friend of mine was stopped by drug squad in WAles. She and her friends were parked in car and the DS pulled agross the front of them. All the cops got out of the further away door just so they could leap over the bonnet Starsky and Hutch style. I think Welsh police have delusions of granduer, it's not quite LA is it? |
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| Feb 26th, 2005 09:13 AM | ||
| Anonymous |
that was awesome ;< hi hi bod ;> |
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| Feb 26th, 2005 06:09 AM | ||
| Dole | 'Ive been fingered by the fuzz!' | |
| Feb 26th, 2005 05:43 AM | ||
| FS | If my name was Bobby, I'd go down the street putting the tip of my finger under people's chins and hissing "you're nicked." | |
| Feb 26th, 2005 04:56 AM | ||
| Dole | amazing...'Operation Rodney'..our police are rubbish!! | |
| Feb 25th, 2005 07:52 PM | ||
| McClain | Fuckin' awesome story. | |
| Feb 25th, 2005 05:39 PM | ||
| Bod | A person that lives on the dole (social security), um, when you're unemployed in the UK, you get some support from the government. It's only meant to be for a short time until you find a job. Some people stay that way permantly, some through choice, others not. | |
| Feb 25th, 2005 05:32 PM | ||
| kellychaos |
Re: Best arrest ever Quote:
 I must ask for a translation of "doley" although I think that I can guess from the context. |
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| Feb 25th, 2005 05:21 PM | ||
| Bod |
Best arrest ever Bloody hell I've not posted here in ages think I cracked up last time so here's a tale: Way back when, I was a student in Swansea, sharing a knackered old house with some very uptight university students and my dole-bludger-good-for-nuthing boyfriend. He had a lovely collie/golden labrador called Max who craved attention so much he couldn't be left alone as he'd whine and yelp until you came back. One day my ex wandered off as he tended to and didn't come back for a couple of weeks (yuss I did dump him). But in the meantime, I was left with a clingy dog. I took him to college with me a few times but then everyone started bringing in their dogs and the practice was banned. I left him at home, but the uni students were irate as they were trying to revise for degrees, so I left Max with a friend called Joey. Joey was a local I knew through my ex, they met at the dole. Joey was a nice enough bloke and happily looked after the dog. Now at that time, as I said I was a student, what do students stuck in a shit-hole town do? They smoke dope. My cohorts, Hannah and Watley were real dope smokers, they smoked for breakfast lunch and tea, plus much, much more. They could inhale a huge bong, have a conversation for 10 minutes and only then exhale. I was quite pathetic by comparison, but we still had great laughs. Tuesday was life drawing day and everybody hated this, the most skivved class. But I was staying with Hannah and Watley, so after a breakfast bong, I was quite keen, dropped Max at Joeys and the three of us giggled all the way to college. Our tutor commented that our work had become 'freer' as the day progressd. At the end of the class, he told Watley to take her painting home before he did!! On the way home, I went to pick up Max, but Joey wasn't home. So I went to Hannah & Watley's house and got increasingly stoned. Throughtout the evening I trudged the 15 min walk to Joeys with no response. At around 9.30pm, I walked to Joeys - he stayed at in a room within a large house where various doley and petty criminals lived; a place where the social put you because no landlord would have risk housing you. Joey lived around the back, so I always went there and tapped on his window. Walking past the front door I saw a few burly looking men, but was happily stoned and didn't pay much attention, assuming some geezer was being evicted. I had my walkman on and Ministry's 'So What' was pounding full blast through my head. I tapped on Joeys window and he was there, he glared at me. I thought, shit he's mad cos he's been stuck with the dog all day. I went to the back door and waited bloody ages for him to let me in, but I was in no hurry, I had Ministry and was very happy. Eventually two beefy blokes answered the door and thanked me for my patience (WTF?). So I went in and the house seemed very busy indeed, but Max was hysterical to see me and everything stopped. Then a small welsh woman marched up to me demanding to know who I was, I thought ' shit, Joey has a girlfriend and she thinks I'm after him'. She asked me to go in a room alone with her and I was ready to be beaten up, she looked fucking hard. Imagine my relief when I found out that she wasn't Joey's lady but infact a copper and I had walked in on a drugs raid!!! I emptied my pockets as requested and found nothing. She emptied my pockets and found the remains of my hash. Thank god I'd smoked most of it!! nb, although she generally spoke with a welsh accent, when she told me 'I was nicked' it was a London accent, I think she must have watched 'The Bill' a lot. Good job for them I'd arrived really. They were on a city-wide raid to clean up the area called 'Operation Rodney'. They thought they were going to find a smack dealer at Joey's place but the suspect was out (and taken his gear with him). They were that desperate for an arrest that they'd already had Joey for possesion of two bongs. Extreme to say the least, but they kept smelling the bag containging the bongs and commenting on the stink. So the only drugs they found was the blimp of hash I had in my matchbox. Apparantly I was one of the happiest people they'd ever arrested. Joey was led out the house first. A picture of this was on the front page of the local paper the next day with his head blocked out. I was led out next and after much debate the cops decided it was safe to let us share the same car. I got interviewed: "I don't suppose you want to tell us where you bought that hash" "nah" "Thought not" "How much did that cost you?" "About £5.00" "You've been ripped off" "No way, I've already smoked most of it!" I was photographed and fingerprinted to only recieve a caution and five minutes in a room with a bearded lady who wanted to help me with my drug problem, nothing to do with the police of course. It turned out that Joey was really named Steve, which made me look dodgy. We left an hour or so later. Joey wasn't a dealer, but he did used to score for me and it was from him that I'd had my hash (before the cops nicked it). He thanked me for not telling them so and pulled a leather cord from around his neck. At the end of the cord was a leather pouch with a huge piece of black in it!! He'd been crapping himself the entire time in that station. He broke me off a piece bigger that the one I'd bought and we went back to Hannah and Watleys. They wondered where the hell I'd been. But not to worry, I'd returned with more dope than I'd left with at no extra cost. Best arrest ever!! |
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