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got the cops to take me into the courthouse. When I got there, I was told the morning session had finished, and that I'd have to come back at 2 o'clock. So at 2 o'clock I went into court. Sergeant Pig Price went up first, and told nothing but absolute lies, crap and bullshit. Then it was my turn. I started going on about how the coppers "knocked" on the doors, and invited the judge to come round and have a look at all the dents on them. I told him about how I wasn't shown a search warrant, even though I asked. So the judge asked to see a copy of the warrant. Funny... no copies of the warrant could be found anywhere. No wonder Pig Price wouldn't show me the warrant... there wasn't one.
I got off... easily. No wonder Pig Price tried so hard to convince me to plead guilty. I've met a few rotten coppers in my time, but Pig Price is definitely the dirtiest, bent bastard of a pig I've ever had anything to do with. I just wish I had laid counter charges on the prick, I possibly may have got him fired. One less bent pig on the streets. Shortly after all this happened, Pig Price ended up becoming a community pig, in Stoke, in a little police station manned by one or two cops. He must have rubbed someone else up the wrong way, because after a short period of time, his little police station got fire-bombed, and burnt down to the ground. What a shame he wasn't in it! |
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