always ask for a blanket, always ask for a cup of hot chocolate, always ask for a copy of your rights to make paper aeroplanes with.
Top-tips are them, Watson - especially on the hot chocolate shout. The horror (the horror!) of police coffee is definitely best avoided... and what arrives if you ask for tea should be classified as biochemical terrorism
They do always seem to treat you with a bit more care and attention if you ask for the instructions (well, that "Rights & Responsibilities" book that
nodody else has ever asked to read before usually) though. When you know you're gonna be in there for the duration every little really does help and if you've planted a lil seed or two in their tiny minds that you may not be as much of a clueless cunt as the rest of the guests whose needs they're catering for that day you do seem to get sent to the top of the list for fag breaks, hot drinks and brekky/lunch/dins (if you can stomach it - I'm with Cherry in actually finding the food to be generally not half as bad as expected).
Whenever I'm nicked at home they usually let me take in a book of my own to read too which is a true luxory cos having nowt to do but read the graffiti and maybe have a wank to pass the time wears thin rather quickly...
On the noisy cunts in cells bit, my good golly gosh those arseholes drive yer nuts don't they? As if being in the cells ain't a shitty enough way to spend a day or two
Got nicked within minutes of leaving work (as a barman) smoking me post-pub spliff one zero-tolerance festive season clampdown. The coppers actually apologised for having to take me in for nowt but a spliff minus a few tokes... didn't stop the cunts from blatantly smoking most of the rest of it between themselves whilst they were arresting me. Didn't even bother trying too hard to disguise the fact either. Cheeky cunts
Anyhoo, everyone else in the cells that night was in for booze-related stuff and there were lots of 'em - 10+ peeps to a cell. As I was the only fella there who was being quiet, cooperative and not being a cockend in general, they assured me they'd do the decent thing and make sure I was processed quickly "unlike these noisy bastards doing our fuckin' head in all night" so they said. Never trust a copper. Never. Cos I was so quiet they basically forgot and/or ignored me and made sure the loudest/most obnoxious pricks were out soonest so they could get some peace. I ended up being the last person in the nick to be dealt with - said it was cos they didn't want to have to fine or prosecute me and had to wait til a partularly senior senior officer came in on the morning shift to caution me. Frankly I'd rather have paid the fine than spend the whole fuckin' night stuck in a cell rammed with loud, aggressive, obnoxious drunks with precious little control over any of their bodily functions
