Shared a flat in W2 with a chap who had an uncle who was well dodgy, employed a thick piece of muscle known as "the Dog" purely for protection. Said uncle carried a Colt 45 in a shoulder holster and his gun licence in the opposite side inside pocket, allegedly legal. Was a well jumpy character, pulled it on me once when he came out of our loo just as I was about to go in. he was just a bit surprised. 1970s. Loved it!
Bit of scaffold tube to take out the ignition/column lock was another favourite. Where have we all been living for the past few decades? Getting the key numbers sounds like a bit of a plalaver! But still at least some elegance in it. With Fords, they only had 5 keys, if you had one of each you could TDA any one of them!
Shared a flat in W2 with a chap who had an uncle who was well dodgy, employed a thick piece of muscle known as "the Dog" purely for protection. Said uncle carried a Colt 45 in a shoulder holster and his gun licence in the opposite side inside pocket, allegedly legal. Was a well jumpy character, pulled it on me once when he came out of our loo just as I was about to go in. he was just a bit surprised. 1970s. Loved it!
I think he was more scared than me, it was in the dark on a tiny landing and I'd put the light on, (he couldn't find the lightswitch so had gone to the loo in the dark) just as he came out, he jumped, reached and recognised me all at once. We both sheepishly grinned at one another, I apologised and he muttered "Don't worry about it". Think he knew where the light switch was after that.
When i was on the farm, i drove a 1.3 Morris Marina Coupe (first car), another guy drove a 1.8 Marina saloon, two other drove Austin Allegros. We could all open each others doors and two of the others could start my car. The annoying thing was, those two who could start my car, my key wouldn't start theirs. I think mine was the oldest, a 1975.Bit of scaffold tube to take out the ignition/column lock was another favourite. Where have we all been living for the past few decades? Getting the key numbers sounds like a bit of a plalaver! But still at least some elegance in it. With Fords, they only had 5 keys, if you had one of each you could TDA any one of them!
Heard of a guy once who got caught stealing a Triumph Herald, turned out he had nicked quite a few. When asked "Why Triumph Heralds?" He said, "They are the only ones I know how to nick!"
Twas far more scary having a member of the CRS in Lille poking me in the chest with a submachine gun late one night, screaming "papiers" at me.
YEP. THAT'D produce the same result i reckon!I think he was more scared than me, it was in the dark on a tiny landing and I'd put the light on, (he couldn't find the lightswitch so had gone to the loo in the dark) just as he came out, he jumped, reached and recognised me all at once. We both sheepishly grinned at one another, I apologised and he muttered "Don't worry about it". Think he knew where the light switch was after that.
Twas far more scary having a member of the CRS in Lille poking me in the chest with a submachine gun late one night, screaming "papiers" at me.
Thought I was going to end up spending the night in the cells. Me and a coupla mates had gone into town to get some chips at about midnight. Came across a guy whose car wouldn't start so were trying to push start it. Transit full of CRS pulled up, one wandered off onto some waste ground for a p!ss, others demanded to see the car guy's papers for him and the car and two others demanded to see all of ours. I stupidly had left my passport at home so decided to act dumb and incapable of speaking French, having told my mates to explain I was a thick bloke who came to visit them. (I was in fact living and working there). and that I didn't know the law. They managed to calm the guy down and, once they showed their passports and vouched for me, we were all allowed to go on. But the CRS were renowned for being thugs, many from Brittany and places of high unemployment.
I remember being at a mate's house watching tv with his dad. There was a thing on the news about some potential hooliganism heading across the Channel to France. Football 'fans' of course. Apparantly they'd given threats to the French fans about what they were going to do to them. I remember Des saying that he couldn't wait for the French special plod division to get involved. He said they just wade in with battons and take statements when you come around. He explained that France has run of the mill plod, then 'super plod' who don't take prisoners and have an attitude, especially to foreigners. I don't know if that's the CRS. He said he'd seen them in action. It was very entertaining!Thought I was going to end up spending the night in the cells. Me and a coupla mates had gone into town to get some chips at about midnight. Came across a guy whose car wouldn't start so were trying to push start it. Transit full of CRS pulled up, one wandered off onto some waste ground for a p!ss, others demanded to see the car guy's papers for him and the car and two others demanded to see all of ours. I stupidly had left my passport at home so decided to act dumb and incapable of speaking French, having told my mates to explain I was a thick bloke who came to visit them. (I was in fact living and working there). and that I didn't know the law. They managed to calm the guy down and, once they showed their passports and vouched for me, we were all allowed to go on. But the CRS were renowned for being thugs, many from Brittany and places of high unemployment.
I made sure I had my passport on me from then on! Twas a bit of a bricksh!tting moment, for sure!
This absolutely cracked me up for some reason.
Sounds right for the CRS.!
Ha ha, from the price he quoted, i asked if it was gold cable?
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