Scaffolding, Hackers Handbook, Perverts at Waterloo

Well it was nice and peaceful for a couple of days and all of a sudden ...lunchtime, the scaffolders are back, throwing clips and poles left right and centre but at least I can see out of the window again.......

I went to the 2600 meeting and this time there was around 30 people, so it wasn`t so hectic as the last meet.
Dr-K was there again and signed my copy of "Hackers Handbook" :-)

I went to meet a friend at Waterloo station to go off for a traipse in the countryside, I was supposed to meet him at 16:00hrs.....

Friday.

Well it was nice and peacefull for a couple of days and all of a sudden ...lunchtime, the scaffolders are back, throwing clips and poles left right and centre but at least I can see out of the window again.

Their timing or mine couldn`t have been better, I had just liberated two scaffolding planks, sawed them to length, put them in position to fix my sofa, and got rid of the debris, a couple of minutes before they arrived :-)

The man from the council arrived to look at the chimney and said "F**k that isn`t good enough" scribbled on his pad and went away, so it looks like the scaffolding will be back :-(

I went to the 2600 meeting and this time there was around 30 people, so it wasn`t so hectic as the last meet.
Dr-K was there again and signed my copy of "Hackers Handbook" :-)
For more info of what goes on at the meetings go to the links on my front page

Saturday.
I don`t half find them....

I went to meet a friend at Waterloo station to go off for a traipse in the countryside, I was supposed to meet him at 16:00hrs.

I got to the station 20 minutes early and decided to sit down and have a cigarette, there was a space on one of the benches so I sat down between an Oriental woman and a large white, tatooed with *Millwall, love, hate, *acab, etc. "geezer" type of person (Hereby known as Geezer) who was drinking a newly opened bottle of red wine.

The next thing I know is that Geezer has grabbed the inside of my thigh and started to grope, I looked him straight in the eyes and shouted at him to keep his hands to himself, he pulled his hand away quickly, and growled shut up...I`ll smash your fuqin face.

I was about to hit him first before he got a chance to hit me, but noticed the CCTV camera pointing straight at us so I walked off and got the security people and pointed him out...they then called the Old Bill who turned up on mass...at least a dozen of them, they requested me to ask Geezer why did he grab my leg? I think they called this "verifying"...so I did so and as soon as he said something they nicked him for Sexual Assault,
One of the Cops then recognised Geezer from the night before and said that he had found out that he had legged it from a French nuthouse and been resident at quite a few of ours over a long period of time,
It turns out that Geezer has the same christian name as the arsonist that lives in my street.

We are on the way to the van to go to Victoria *nick with Geezer handcuffed, hands in front, and he starts blowing *rasberries at any thing that moved, and then his trousers fell down (no underpants) and he tripped over them ending up in an untidy heap but decided he was happy to stay there and started singing,
By now there is a reasonable crowd of onlookers and myself, the Cops and the crowd were howling with laughter at the sight of this Police Woman "in charge" with 2 pips on each of her shoulder, trying to get geezer to stand up, pull his trousers up and get in to the van...in the end the other Cops went to help and they got him in the back of the van,

I had to get in the middle section of the wagon and looked around and saw 5 wires equalling 3 or 4 metres of wiring with a few conector blocks and some other small bits hanging down with insulating tape that had slid down the wire causing it to be bare in several places, I asked the Cop about it and he said "oh that...yeah it`s never worked"...with a smile,
I was curious to "what never worked" was, but I couldn`t see where the wires went to, he then said that the vans are crap and even his window won`t open anymore and so he couldn`t adust his mirror....

I rang my friend from the van to say I couldn`t meet up with him and explained quickly why and appologized, "after" I had told him, the Cop interupts and says "you not allowed to divulge the case at the moment as we have the prisoner with us".

Well the statement took a hour and a half but they did drop me off at the tube station and gave me coffee,

On the statment there are a few questions on the back of the page asking for name, date of birth, height, nationality, address, phone number (mobile and home),.....E mail addresses......do I mind my medical history being accessed? did I want counselling etc.?...and a whole heap of other questions, Hmmm, and just who? is supposed to be in the dock, me or the prisoner? I`m amazed they didn`t ask for DNA and Biometric scans just to be on the safe side.......
There`s more....they ask am I prepared to go to court to offer evidence?...or am I happy to let the police police decide what to do with him?, while in a veiled sort of way suggested they could then hand him over to the hospital administrators to deal with...

A bit later.

I ended up in the same van as earlier and coming out of the Police station drive, we went to cross the dual carriageway and nearly got "T boned" by a builders van coming at us side on... we just missed each other by a few inches, the Cop goes " Fuqin `ell I didn`t even see him" and then we ran over the kerbstone divider in the middle of the road...bounce bounce crunch grind..."oops...bloody mirrors I can`t see a thing....sorry"....
Why you need mirrors when you are driving and facing forwards, to see obstacles ahead, is quite beyond me!!!!
I got to the Tube station in one piece somehow and went home.
Right that is it for the night.

TTFN
CSB +:-)

Ps,
Translation for those on the other side of the pond ;-)
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