Another day in London…

    This time on my own…

    The day finally dawned: My tribunal hearing about my ankle injury…

    So I made my merry way down to London with the intention of attending the hearing and then either: a) celebrating a payout, or b) drowning my sorrows.

    Well, after (and I kid you not) a 2.5 hour hearing, with me being constantly told NOT to interrupt the wanker policeman (PC Neil Hewson = total knobhead – FACT!) who was talking bollocks reading his statement.

    I was told on more than one occasion to only ask questions pertaining to the evidence already to hand (of course, the question I WANTED to ask was: “Why are St Neots Police such a shower of c*nts?”).

    Anyhoo, the hearing ended with the copper being made to look like a schoolkid, the incredibly bad clearup rate of Cambs. Constabulary was laid bare, I got to mouth off at a copper without getting arrested/cautioned, AND I ended up with…

    Wait for it…

    🙂

    £3080.00

    Woo! ok, so the retirement plans have been put on hold, but it means another nice holiday in the sun, new TV, new bed, pay off some bills, and have a good piss-up 🙂

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    3 thoughts on “Another day in London…

    1. Dear Sir,

      Good day and compliments. This letter will definitely come to you as a huge surprise, but I implore you to take the time to go through it carefully as the decision you make will go off a long way to determine the future and continued existence of the entire members of my family.

      Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dr. (Mrs.) Mariam Abacha, the wife of the late head of state and commander in chief of the armed forces of the federal republic of Nigeria who died on the 8th of June 1998.

      etc etc…

    2. Completely unrealistic – where’s the atrocious grammar/spelling, and, more importantly…WHERE ARE THE RELENTLESS CAPITALS?

      F-

      *grin*

    3. Translate Ethel? I’m taking it was ALOT of dough? Good for you..post a pic of the used/old bed. (see I can’t put the line thingy through like you, but you get my jest) 🙂

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