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Simon Mason
Guest
Following on from the alcoholics thread, a great true story
just sprung to mind. Going to a very strict Catholic school
meant that a lot of my mates were tee total (as opposed to
the nuns and priests who stank of the stuff). This was great
when we left school and passed our driving tests and went
around all the country pubs. I had a pal that would happily
drive his 4 mates (me included) around and we would keep him
in ginger ale, or whatever stuff he was on for the night.
Perfect symbiosis.
In 1987, we went out for a few jars around the place and he
was driving us home at around 2330. Blue light appears in
mirror and Plod pulls us over. My mate opens the window and
the copper's eyes light up as a cloud of booze envelops his
head. He gets all excited about a major collar on his
patch, but first he has to go through all the formalities.
"Have you been drinking"? he says to my mate.
"Yes" he says.
And when was your last drink?
Comic pause.
"1976" !
(he had had sherry at a christening or something when his
guardian angel was distracted)
HAHAHA
On a similar note a Catholic colleague ate a bacon sarnie on
Good Friday morning shift. When I pointed this out he looked
at me in horror, until he relaxed and said "It's OK - no one
will know".
--
Simon M.
just sprung to mind. Going to a very strict Catholic school
meant that a lot of my mates were tee total (as opposed to
the nuns and priests who stank of the stuff). This was great
when we left school and passed our driving tests and went
around all the country pubs. I had a pal that would happily
drive his 4 mates (me included) around and we would keep him
in ginger ale, or whatever stuff he was on for the night.
Perfect symbiosis.
In 1987, we went out for a few jars around the place and he
was driving us home at around 2330. Blue light appears in
mirror and Plod pulls us over. My mate opens the window and
the copper's eyes light up as a cloud of booze envelops his
head. He gets all excited about a major collar on his
patch, but first he has to go through all the formalities.
"Have you been drinking"? he says to my mate.
"Yes" he says.
And when was your last drink?
Comic pause.
"1976" !
(he had had sherry at a christening or something when his
guardian angel was distracted)
HAHAHA
On a similar note a Catholic colleague ate a bacon sarnie on
Good Friday morning shift. When I pointed this out he looked
at me in horror, until he relaxed and said "It's OK - no one
will know".
--
Simon M.