tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post517724095410629142..comments2023-09-05T08:45:22.572+01:00Comments on Bête de Jour: A Perfectly Civilised Street CrimeLa Bêtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05934460455824439786noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-56853653428775835202009-12-08T05:24:44.949+00:002009-12-08T05:24:44.949+00:00"He said if I had been uncooperative, he woul..."He said if I had been uncooperative, he would have had me against the wall and searched me properly. I imagined plastic, powdery gloves and enemas. I was touched that it wasn't happening."<br /><br />Um, given the sad state of your love life, I thought any action would be better than none, no?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-36849096790490257292009-12-05T16:38:37.435+00:002009-12-05T16:38:37.435+00:00Bête, you sum it up perfectly at the end: just don...Bête, you sum it up perfectly at the end: just don't do it in the streets. We've got numerous other things we'd rather be getting on with, but if it's right in our faces and we walk on by and that gets found out, we can lose our jobs (or nobble our career).A Rozzerhttp://www.met.police.uk/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-29450362454481649902009-12-04T16:44:32.636+00:002009-12-04T16:44:32.636+00:00And let that be a lesson to you.
I like Danny'...And let that be a lesson to you.<br /><br />I like Danny's purse. He sounds alright.<br /><br />Who'd have thunk pigs could be so humane. <br /><br />Ann AnonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-54615801046469178352009-12-04T13:23:55.881+00:002009-12-04T13:23:55.881+00:00silly sausagesilly sausagejanetyjanetnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-51077672450329771132009-12-03T21:17:24.887+00:002009-12-03T21:17:24.887+00:00I was once raided by plain clothes cops at 5.30am....I was once raided by plain clothes cops at 5.30am. It was very confusing and scary and I wasn't properly dressed and I had things in the house that could have got me into trouble. Luckily it was a case of mistaken identity. Which also happened to my dad, when he was arrested for having the same dental records as a serial killer in Glasgow.<br /><br />I'm not a great fan of the pigs due to such smallnesses as friends being beaten up in the back of police vans, people dying in police custody, having horses' hooves in my face on peaceful demos, that kind of thing. But I suppose they can be useful sometimes. Life is never black and white. Which is rather boring of it really, but there you go.Beleaguered Squirrelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13699493386984083561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-92168062249845740132009-12-03T15:13:37.052+00:002009-12-03T15:13:37.052+00:00Better you than me, Bete, I couldn't think of ...Better you than me, Bete, I couldn't think of anything worse than being stoned around Oxford Street, especially at this time of the year, I think I'd freak out!<br /><br />IMHO it's best done at home, in the peace and quiet, with some nice mellow sounds to accompany! :-)Nuclear Girlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-50138987314171420202009-12-03T09:50:08.828+00:002009-12-03T09:50:08.828+00:00I hear ya about 90% of London cops being scumbags....I hear ya about 90% of London cops being scumbags. <br /><br />My boyfriend, friend and I got pulled over and searched and questioned - car searched too - because they "saw" my boyfriend throwing drugs out the window. They thought we'd seen them behind us and got paranoid. In fact, my boyfriend had been adjusting the wing mirror for the driver. <br /><br />The cops shouted at us, called us all kinds of choice names and demanded we hand over the drugs. We were politeness itself, we turned out our pockets and answered their questions. The driver was sober. They hated us. <br /><br />The meanest and most veiny-necked cop yelled "we're gonna get back up and search this road to find those drugs!" We said we'd help. <br /><br />After about an hour of shouting they let us go. Thankfully they'd miraculously overlooked the bag of skunk we'd just picked up, which I'd managed to tuck into the carseat cover.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-87483752447813267012009-12-03T09:07:53.692+00:002009-12-03T09:07:53.692+00:00And you wanna know something else? That university...And you wanna know something else? That university boyfriend's name was Jesus - pronounced Hey-seus. He was Cuban. That's why we didn't last. I hated his name.<br /><br />A Twitter friendAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-22770155524996567412009-12-03T06:26:19.562+00:002009-12-03T06:26:19.562+00:00A lifetime ago, when I was young and had friends, ...A lifetime ago, when I was young and had friends, a couple of them had retired to the local graveyard post-pub for a little smoke of something that comes in a little lump. Sitting on a bench, suddenly they had two torches trained on them. One of them withlump in hand, said 'SHIT!' and dropped it. One boy in blue came over, bent down and said something along the lines of 'what do we have here boys?' and picked up a lump. Sadly for him, he had picked up a bit of dog shit littered near the bench. They swiftly left, and my friends found the real lump, and swiftly left tooZoenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-54618389607101542422009-12-03T01:01:36.512+00:002009-12-03T01:01:36.512+00:00I shot a red light a couple of weeks ago. I realis...I shot a red light a couple of weeks ago. I realised a fraction too late that the pedestrian who had requested said light to become red so that she might cross the road was a lady copper, and I saw her writing down my reg in her little notebook.<br /><br />I have yet to receive a letter issuing me with a fine and penalty points, and am unlikely to at this stage. I'd like to think it was because she fits into the same 'cuddly cops' category as your chums, but I suspect it had more to do with the fact that Irish cops really, really hate paperwork.Andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06170574944537866579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-44901827661777167512009-12-02T22:30:10.305+00:002009-12-02T22:30:10.305+00:00that's awesome. it truly is.
i used to live i...that's awesome. it truly is.<br /><br />i used to live in a share house and one of our friends was a cop at the local shop.<br /><br />after one excessive drug escapade we ended up passing out (about 7 of us) throughout the house with a plethora of drugs on the coffee table.<br />the stereo was still blasting and it was somewhere between 2-4am<br /><br />i vaguely remember two cops walking in the front door. through the house, past all the wasted youth, into the lounge room (where i was), noticing all the drugs yet simply turning the stereo off at the power.<br />they then walked out and left. <br /><br />i thought it was a dream but another friend had similar memories<br /><br />our cop friend informed us later that the noise complaint was responded with "drunked males celebrating birthday"<br /><br />thank fuck for thatkikihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10951434843709698847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-63565348882192170142009-12-02T21:31:29.539+00:002009-12-02T21:31:29.539+00:00I am always so jealous when I smell the scent of w...I am always so jealous when I smell the scent of weed in the air. If someone is walking and smoking I'll walk behind him and just linger on that lovely sweetness. I miss it but am too paranoid about being booted out of the country to bother finding any. Now if it were legal...well, then all my weight loss goals would be doomed to failure. <br /><br />At least the cop was nice. Still, 50 quid! I agonize a little extra on your behalf. <br /><br />ps - I loved "Loud dramatic pop is emoting for all it’s worth in my ears, transporting me to a slightly more cinematic universe."PurestGreenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10860331983741242940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-69958320753872793332009-12-02T20:47:09.224+00:002009-12-02T20:47:09.224+00:00You Brits are sooooooo civilised! Had that happene...You Brits are sooooooo civilised! Had that happened to you in NY, you'd have found yourself spread eagle, with your face pressed against a wall. You'd have been frisked and read the Miranda Rights, then cuffed and taken away. You'd have gone before a judge, charged with possession, and possibly been released by the judge, or possibly given a sentence. And if you tried to be sassy and witty, they'd have possibly clubbed you for being a smart ass. I know, coz it happened to me and a boyfriend at university. I was let go. He suffered the consequences of being in possession of a nickle bag and open bottle of booze.<br /><br />That was a brilliant blog post. Great read!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-86478309828183573412009-12-02T17:24:20.904+00:002009-12-02T17:24:20.904+00:00Dear oh dear. The system sucks. You should come an...Dear oh dear. The system sucks. You should come and live in Oregon! The cops here are not very nice ususally, but they're more concerned with white powders than green stuff. They'll ususally just hand you back the green stuff, unless they want it for themselves.<br /><br />Maria in OregonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3971077270766122919.post-66638760846537232612009-12-02T16:59:47.425+00:002009-12-02T16:59:47.425+00:00A while ago I left a certain place having partaken...A while ago I left a certain place having partaken of the herb- (Northern Lights in fact)Whoooo!<br /><br />Seconds after I literally bumped into two policemen.Then I remembered.I was in Eindhoven.<br /><br />For the geographically challenged Eindhoven is in Holland :) :)<br /><br />One of the best highs I ever had.<br /><br />Erowid is a great site.Have you seen the art vaults? Magnificent stuff.gongmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688915738377916463noreply@blogger.com