I happen to belong to a perticullar friendship group that go back about 4 years, formally named from the days of lower school "JT" as readers from Blue Coat are aware. The "JT crew" are not really under any lable as a clique, no, they are a collection of the wastemen of the class of 2004, and their girlfriends (and me, - plus a couple of others, but formally, thats the easyest way to explain "JT") Over the course of Year 12, the group that were once almost family like (see diagram) grew ever so slowly apart, with brakeups, arguments, and college transfers distrupting our friendships. However, primarilly, we love each other, and every so often hang out and today was one of those days.
The old JT hangout spot is in a small field in Scouthead a minutes walk from my house, its the place where we would meet, talk, hang out, have fires, get drunk, and occasionally for some people, camp out. For years, this field near my house with its stone bench has been perfect, today on the other hand, that is not the case. We had planned to meet between 3-6 at the bench, the idea was; bring a disposable BBQ, meat, bread, and alcohol. So that's what we did, it was not the first time we've done it, it was just a nice afternoon on the field.
The BBQ was doing us fine, our food was cooking, the horses had learn't to stear clear of Sam Mullender, and the weather was mildly better than usual. We'd had the usual dog walkers go past, and even the guy who owns the feild had come up, gave us the ok, and asked us to clean up the rubbish and bbq's when we'd finished. It was fine, the alcohol was flowing, the food was destinctly average, but tastey all the same, the ipod speakers were blasting out some anthems and everyone was as expected, hilarious. It wasn't untill I was bent over my half empty can of fosters, debating weather it was mine or not, because it had become slightly flat, or if I'd just not taken a sip for a while, and was proberbly about to tweet some crap about my beer as usuall when i subconciously over heard one of the guys jokingly say "oh my gosh, is that to police?" and another shout something (possibly quite rude or stupid - sam) into the distance that I finaly looked up. As I watched the 3 blad men in blue stride towards us jumping over walls and being more over dramatic than need, at much more than a lesurly pace - but not quite a run, that we noticed it actually was the police... and actually they looked quite angry and serious. At this point, all of the girls began to collect all the rubbish that surrounded them and put it into bins, whilst the boys clearly tryed to hide all sorts of illegal substances away into there bags. I, as the self apointed spokes woman of the group stood up, followed by the rest of the girls, again, whilst the boys sat there, finishing their beer, or their"stumpys cider" The police man explained that we wern't allowed to be their.
Of course, we were, and we had spoken to the field owner and explained this. He then said that we had been reported for starting a fire, which was clearly the smoldering BBQ at our feet. I apologized for the inconvinence we may have caused, and continued to clear up, laughing, he did of course remind me that actually, it was a very serious situtaion and not a laughing matter... I then shut up. Behind the po-po I saw some more uniformed men striding towards us with some unusuall looking tools, it was almost to my delight; the firemen, (although, they weren't even beautiful... just angry) and we contined to be showted at for wasting authoritys time. I tryed to explain that, we'd done nothing wrong, but I'm polite and though it wasnt us wasting their time it was actually the caller, I didnt want to get cocky, they then began on with the situation of underage drinking as none of us are of age yet, they poured our drinks away, and confiscated a large amount of beer. They then took down our details, and gave us some warning about drinking and feilds and beer and horses, or something like that.
They ascorted me, and the rest of JT up the hill, where we faced two kids from the year below watching our walk of shame, and my nextdoor neighbours, who had happend to be sat in there garden conveniently for the first time all summer. My neighbour taunted me as a carried my disposable bbq up the lane, to the fire engine that was parked at the top outside my house. As i let my friends into my back garden, i went round the front to explain to my parents, only to see that the whole population of scouthead had been aware of this unusual trouble, and were stood outside there doors and around the fire engine glaring at me. (You must understand, scouthead is basicly a nursing home, spread into a village.) The police stayed parked outside my house for the next 20-30 minutes.
I had to explain to my parents, who were about to adventure out onto the streets of Stalybridge street pastoring why there were 8 or so of my friends sat in the garden under the washing happily, I feel that they didn't quite see the funny side of our harmless bbq of which we had permission for being shut down rather dramaticly by the police.
And so, my story comes to an end, there's an extended, more dramatic version, but it's saved one on one conversations where I wont be showted at for publicising it on the internet, it is much to X-rated and hard core for my blog. - Literally, the lamest police shut down, ever. I loved it.
Oh, they wont catch me and you.
God Bless, L x
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