You know Britain has gone potty

When your girlfriend phones you at 1.30AM to say that there's a guy in the bus stop shooting a pistol.

Frickin' London.

I had a guy in the street shouting at someone to come down. Apparently the guy was a "gutless c***" and was "dead".

I'd be a gutless.... if someone like that was screaming up at me.

Wonder what the guy did to upset him...

It did seem rather noisy last night in the small hours, when I was having a serious insomnia session (I thought knocking coffee on the head was supposed to get rid of that!!)

[dizzyblonde]

Originally Posted by thedonal

I had a guy in the street shouting at someone to come down. Apparently the guy was a "gutless c***" and was "dead".

I'd be a gutless.... if someone like that was screaming up at me.

Wonder what the guy did to upset him...

It did seem rather noisy last night in the small hours, when I was having a serious insomnia session (I thought knocking coffee on the head was supposed to get rid of that!!)

Are you sure it wasn't Rapunzel, Rapunzel...throw down your hair

I`d have thrown down a bloody plantpot onto his head "Sharrapppppp you Caaaahn"

[Viney]

I love london. You just dont get that kind of excitement in the country I remember working in a pub once and a customer coming in, putting a double barrel shotgun down on the counter and asking for a pint of stella! Made me chuckle!

[dizzyblonde]

Originally Posted by Viney

I love london. You just dont get that kind of excitement in the country I remember working in a pub once and a customer coming in, putting a double barrel shotgun down on the counter and asking for a pint of stella! Made me chuckle!

Now ya see, when Im Indoors' local was called the cunning corner(in the middle of nowhere I might add) that was completetly normal, but then all the farmers up there are a bit...er..odd.

I can remember one of his first nights staying at my house in chav central, there was a guy rolling around like a dying pigeon, drunk, outside my house, the coppers were there asking him where he lived, I knew next door but two, but he kept pointing at my house, and was trying to widdle all over my gate, then falling over again. ''No sir you can't do that there''';why not?'' ''because thats not your house'' They finally got it out of him where he lived whilst his forehead was stuck to the ground. They left him at home with the Mrs..an hour later we were woke again, as the ambulance had arrived....I think his Mrs was not amused by his escapades, but it wasn;t her in the ambulance it were him

My other half said...'wow I got front row tickets, this is ace, I should have brought my deckchair'

Lol that all sounds dead fun. i only remember once something similar happening... Was on a rough estate some way away i was on on the push bike. It was also a "get down here and fight me thing".

[Paul the 6th]

london: You could walk around with your nob out and no one would bat an eyelid...

That`s cos your hung like a Gnat Paul

Originally Posted by Viney

I love london. You just dont get that kind of excitement in the country

Sure you do, it's all about farmers wielding large weapons in your direction, great fun