Saturday 11 December 2010

Drunks, moving home, HU pokes



Apologies if this post is utter bollocks but I am blogging via my mobile phone for the first time, so the standard may be shitter than normal.

Anyways, it's 03.38 as I compose this master piece of literature. I have been at work since 10pm and I have suddenly got the urge to blog. I put this down to the fact that it has been a horrendous evening. For those of you who haven't made my accquintance I am a Custody Sergeant with an East Midlands Police Force.
I am the person who sits behind the desk and books you in if you have committed a misdemeanour. Normally I genuinely enjoy my role but tonight I have despised it with a passion.

The reason? One word answer, drunks.

Now don't get me wrong, I like a drink and have been drunk on several occasions, but I am a happy drunk. Give me a kebab when I'm pissed then I could sleep on a chicken's lip.
Tonight though, everybody who has been arrested has been mashed. Not only that they have been abusive, incredibly violent and generally obnoxious. Most have been young males but the worst have been female. One even spat at me ffs. Charming, a load of green lag dripping down my shirt. Sometimes I wonder where it all went wrong in this once great country of ours.

Some good news, hopefully we will be moving house on the 17th. We are buying a property in a quite country village, essentially as we need a bigger garden for the kids. It is a new build so has 3 shitters in it. I will be spoilt for choice lol. The only negative is the nearest boozer is 2 miles away, looks like I will have to acquire a pub bike.

Poker wise I have only played a couple of games, both in the epic that is the RTR North v South HU comp. It's all about game selection baby! I have managed to win both matches 2-0, crushing the southern fish Coggs and Rubbish. Well, Rubbish isn't really a southener but he is Welsh so it's just as bad I suppose.

Right, I'm off to have a dump. Don't you love it when you get paid to drop a family of otters off at the pool!

Be good.

Snake

3 comments:

rubbish said...

Sounds like a fun evening! 2 miles to the nearest pub is a bit gay. I whinge like a good one about having to walk to my local and it's at the end of the street.

Snake Eyes said...

I know mate but my cunning plan is to build a pub bike. Smart thinking eh?

starting_over said...

i think u should just go to the pub anyways and get the mrs to pick u up......then blowey before bed??

 

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