EnemaOfTheState
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Not so much embaressing - more absolutely regrettable, stupid, reckless and the most expensive night of my life.
It was my mate's 19th a few weeks back up in Newcastle, cops and robbers themed night out so I was dressed to the nines in a lovely orange jumpsuit, bright as Katie Price. Alot of drinking got done, which was when things started to go wrong because I'm not a big drinker.
Anyway, as I stumbled back home with a mate, I opened a bottle of champagne I found at a club with great expectations - only to find it was empty. In a fit of rage, I lobbed the bottle at the nearest thing, which happened to be a black Volkswagon Polo.
The crack and smash was mega loud, so me and my pal bricked it and ran for some stairs, when I stumbled and fell down the first flight. At the bottom, my mate persuaded me to grab a roadsign with the word 'Pedestrians' on it and I agreed - it was a great idea! Why hadn't I thought of it? Oh, because I was caught by security legging it over the Millenium Bridge with a sign under my arm yelling my own name.
They had one of their lot check the car, and when we were escorted back to their office (where they called the rozzers) I found out they had the whole lot on CCTV. Even if I wanted to deny it, which I didn't, they had some **** in a boilersuit falling down some stairs and then legging it with a heavy sign under his arm, right into the hands of the waiting security guards - all on tape.
Needless to say, I got read my rights, charged with criminal damage, cuffed, and shoved in the back of the waiting police car. I spent the night in the cell absolutely cacking myself, before giving my fingerprints and all that malarkey, and then being interviewed by a PC and a solicitor.
The outcome? A call earlier today from a rozzer who gave me the figure I had to pay unless I wanted to appear in court in three weeks time: the princely sum of £854. I ain't even told my dad yet - the term 'royally ******' springs to mind.
It was my mate's 19th a few weeks back up in Newcastle, cops and robbers themed night out so I was dressed to the nines in a lovely orange jumpsuit, bright as Katie Price. Alot of drinking got done, which was when things started to go wrong because I'm not a big drinker.
Anyway, as I stumbled back home with a mate, I opened a bottle of champagne I found at a club with great expectations - only to find it was empty. In a fit of rage, I lobbed the bottle at the nearest thing, which happened to be a black Volkswagon Polo.
The crack and smash was mega loud, so me and my pal bricked it and ran for some stairs, when I stumbled and fell down the first flight. At the bottom, my mate persuaded me to grab a roadsign with the word 'Pedestrians' on it and I agreed - it was a great idea! Why hadn't I thought of it? Oh, because I was caught by security legging it over the Millenium Bridge with a sign under my arm yelling my own name.
They had one of their lot check the car, and when we were escorted back to their office (where they called the rozzers) I found out they had the whole lot on CCTV. Even if I wanted to deny it, which I didn't, they had some **** in a boilersuit falling down some stairs and then legging it with a heavy sign under his arm, right into the hands of the waiting security guards - all on tape.
Needless to say, I got read my rights, charged with criminal damage, cuffed, and shoved in the back of the waiting police car. I spent the night in the cell absolutely cacking myself, before giving my fingerprints and all that malarkey, and then being interviewed by a PC and a solicitor.
The outcome? A call earlier today from a rozzer who gave me the figure I had to pay unless I wanted to appear in court in three weeks time: the princely sum of £854. I ain't even told my dad yet - the term 'royally ******' springs to mind.