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Brixton Takedown

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    #21
    Originally posted by Jawz
    Thought I'd share a little experience I had a few weeks ago.

    So there I was 4pm in London trying to get a job, some little agent comes up and is trying to sell me some contract, he's my best buddie, he won't take no for an answer, takes this foul ball of job spec out his mouth to show me & by this stage I've had enuff of his BS so I say mate just fook off. His attitude changes completely he's in my face so I'm like cool lets get it on.

    Suddenly 2 other agents appear then there's 3. My heart rate is about 140 cos I know it's my money they want (all of 30%) and a bit of an old clockwork orange style fun. I know it's on I'm just thinking is it going to be a punch on or knives, either way it's not looking good for Jawz. So my plan was to kinghit the guy on my right and then f**ing bolt. Suddenly a scream of tyres and a little white minibus comes round the corner slams on its brakes and out jump 6 or 7 plain clothes posters from the PCG, the 3 agents couldnt even run. They tackled them to the ground pulled the standard agency contract out the other ones mouth and cuffed them. They must have been watching us the whole time.

    They told me not to hang around the S3 group and took off! I have to say these boys saved me a kicking or something worse and were pretty professional the way they busted those guys. I never did get that contract.


    Sounds like their usual smash and grab
    Vieze Oude Man

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      #22
      Originally posted by Jawz
      Thought I'd share a little experience I had a few weeks ago.

      So there I was 4am in Brixton trying to get a cab, some little black guy comes up and is trying to sell me some charlie, he's my best buddie, he won't take no for an answer, takes this foul ball of coke out his mouth to show me & by this stage I've had enuff of his BS so I say mate just fook off. His attitude changes completely he's in my face so I'm like cool lets get it on.

      Suddenly 2 other black guys appear then there's 3. My heart rate is about 140 cos I know it's not my money they want (all of £2.87) but a bit of an old clockwork orange style fun. I know it's on I'm just thinking is it going to be a punch on or knives, either way it's not looking good for Jawz. So my plan was to kinghit the guy on my right and then f**ing bolt. Suddenly a scream of tyres and a little white minibus comes round the corner slams on its brakes and out jump 6 or 7 plain clothes cops, the 3 black guys couldnt even run. They tackled them to the ground pulled the coke out the other ones mouth and cuffed them. They must have been watching us the whole time.

      They told me not to hang around Brixton this late and took off! I have to say these boys saved me a kicking or something worse and were pretty professional the way they busted those guys. I never did get that taxi.
      If your going to tulip anywhere thats not on a toilet then make sure its on a train!
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        #23
        Originally posted by sasguru
        Funny that. I was in Brixton the other day having just taken part in a drama production of the "Black and White Ministrel Show". As I was in a rush I didn't take the blacking off my face. Anyway I lost my mate Charlie, so I decided to ask this weedy little IT geek with glasses if he had seen him. For some reason he started shaking and crapped his pants - I could smell it.
        Luckily 2 other "ministrels" appeared - so we tried to calm the weedy bloke down, but the smell was overwhelming and he kept crying for his mummy. As we were speaking our local rugby team turned up in a van. They were pretty pissed and decided to do some mock tackling and mucking about. The smelly, weedy bloke with glasses just stood there looking gormless.

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          #24
          Originally posted by dotnetter
          Yeah I was coming out of a halford in essex after purchasing a tomtom, to find a 65 year old man and his wife parked half accross a zebra crossing and half blocking my exit from the car park.

          After giving him some time and honking when I reslised he wasnt moving, He prompty opened his car door and told me to fuk off while his wife gave me the finger!

          I was pissing myself laughing!
          Field Marshall Montgomery always used to park his car on a zebra crossing, if there was one handy nearby. Apparently he had some reason, although I've no idea what it was. Possibly because the traffic would have to slow right down to avoid hitting pedestrians, and thus wouldn't damage his car so much if there was a prang. But that's only my guess.

          P.S. The old boy giving you grief couldn't have been him, because Monty died in the early 1970s.
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            #25
            Hooligans and scum everywhere. One sure sign of lack of breeding and respect is the number of selfish ignorant pigs who think it's OK to put their feet on seats.

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