I fought the law and the wankers took my chariot!

I got in my car today to go and see a girl called Ginna, in north west London.

I blasted westbound round the North Circular and took a left exit to be confronted by about twenty coppers and a checkpoint.

Got out, friendly copper talked to me about the car for a few minutes, seemed satisfied, said "just give a few details to my colleague jane here and you can be on your way"

I knew what was coming, of course, when I handed them my provisional drivers license. Technically I have been driving illegally for about eight months now - as the law states that a provisional license holder be accompanied by a fully licensed person.

Anyhow, car impounded = long walk home:D

I was calm, the two female coppers were hot and apologetic and then an irish copper showed up and we had a bit of craic and when he found out where I was from in Ireland he tried to get them to let me off but she had already put the info into the system.

After I left them I went a bit nuts and started to walk east along the fucking eight lane, most polluted road in Britain, north circular for an hour before regaining my senses and taking the underground for the first time in months and months.

I got back to Tottenham at 6pm and visited the local sauna where a Jamican woman with large and artificial breasts made the events of the day seem insignificant for the princely sum of £40.

Tomorrow I must reclaim my chariot from the grips of these pigfuckers.

 

Shitty situation, but I always have a little internal chuckle when I see 'craic' being used. I spent a little time in Dublin a few years ago, and a good friend's husband is Irish, and I just love that expression; although it did take me a long while to figure out what it actually meant.

Good luck retrieving your ride!