[PapaofGags]

Hope they get caught and the police fine them!

This jogged a memory.....

40 odd yrs ago my mate spits & I are riding our bikes, as we are riding past park wall (Wilton house) Chris/spits said "fancy some apples/pears/plumbs?"

I immediately said yes because I was in the dog house for being caught *borrowing* fish from the local trout farm & thought if I go back with some fruit & not get caught (we were poor back then) my Dad might not think me as daft as knew he was disappointed in me for getting caught, as he used to say "its getting caught that is stupid" + my Mum made the best apple/pear or plum pie in the whole world!!!

So cleverly we leant our bikes against the wall at the exact point of the orchards, thinking, so when we had a shirt full we could make a quick escape…… not thinking we had done the same thing for weeks.   

So scrabbling over the 8ft wall in the way only an 11yr old can, with our shirts full of fruit, without looking we jumped down to our bikes...….

F**K me its Sargent Bartlett, all 6ft 5in of him, every time I saw him I thought him a giant -  back then I saw a lot of him...    

"well you're hardly master criminals are you, how did I know it would be you two..."

Policing was very different back then I guess some will remember...

"right put the fruit in my van" we knew he was taxing us but could do nothing...

Next thing...

"right you have a choice, I'll take you home to your parents or I'll deal with it now"

Now I cant go back to my Dad, getting caught again wasn't an option for me, + spits was a tough kid, I wanted to be like him, I used to get bullied as a young boy, so I wanted to show the worm had turned....  

Ok I said (thinking in my head  ) I'm not scared (showing off in front of spits) lets have it...

FECKING CLUMP........ my ear was ringing like a fire siren, next thing I know horizontal travelling at a rate of knots until I hit park wall face first sliding to the floor...

Now I still have ringing in my head where the rozzer cupped me but I've got one ear left & clearly heard...

"Right Chris what's your decision?"

Fricking hell, spits looking at me said...…... "take me home to my Dad"