How many of us are ex police?

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gardun:
Tried to join but got turned down when they discovered my parents were married, so I stayed on in school instead :laughing: :laughing:

And look where it got you Gary struck down with PALLETLINEITIS :smiley:

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BIGRIG:

gardun:
Tried to join but got turned down when they discovered my parents were married, so I stayed on in school instead :laughing: :laughing:

And look where it got you Gary struck down with PALLETLINEITIS :smiley:

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I spent my impressionable & formative teenage years as the son of a non striking Notts miner in a generally non striking little pit village on the Notts/Derbys border.

Tommorrow (Sunday lunch) I will join a few mates to shoot some pool & drink some beers in a local which still has seperate seating areas for the scabs !

Got no time at all for the pigs, wannabee’s, current or ex.

I’ve got a few stories to tell as well.

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muckles:

Wheel Nut:
One of my drinking buddys is plod and so is his ever so pretty wife, you would never expect her to be able to break up a fight, she is so pretty, like a model. I have never seen her in uniform but I have seen her in black tights :stuck_out_tongue: a blouse, and skirt obviously :stuck_out_tongue:

They can both tell some of the best stories ever, especially during a lock in! :stuck_out_tongue:

Talking about Lock ins sounds like the good old days of the local plod,
When we were kids the best pub to go underage drinking was the one used by the off duty coppers. They all knew we were underage, turning up in Air Cadet uniform didn’t help :laughing: but I think they worked on the theory that that at least they knew where we were and could keep an eye on us. :smiley:

I remember a tale about our village copper which he used to tell. A lad who I went to school with wanted to get his shotgun licence renewed so he went to see the local policeman who lived in the village, he knocked on the door and his wife let him into the office.

They went through the form, name, address, next of kin, age to which my mate said 14, the PC signed the form for him and said he would take it to the station to get it stamped. As they walked outside, my mate fastened his crash helmet and jumped on his Lambretta scooter :stuck_out_tongue:

As long as we kept our nose reasonably clean the plod were as good as gold, even to the point of giving us an ■■■■■■ home if we were ■■■■■■ :laughing:

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ncooper:
My brother in law is “ex SAS” and will tell anyone who stays long enough to listen that he’s always being asked to do “jobs” for them :unamused:

I’ve met him Nick, several times in fact. :wink: He must be a master of disguise as well because each time I have met him he looked totally different to the previous time. :stuck_out_tongue: :stuck_out_tongue:

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If I was a copper I wouldn’t admit it, especially not here. :slight_smile: