Scene from the Cop Shop
For my Australian visa I need some sort of document proving that I’m not a criminal, so this morning I headed out to the Hammersmith Police Station to request a copy of my record. I opened the door to discover about twelve people already waiting while a single harrassed policeman tried to work the counter. While I waited, I watched as a young guy tried to claim that his £200 mobile phone had been stolen on the bus. I was buying his story until the cop, who was filling out the crime report, asked him what color it was. The “victim” had to stop and think about it. Yeah, riiight, buddy. Make sure to work out those pesky little details before you file the insurance claim.
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Funny in Scotland, when you need to get a visa to get in. When you go the police you need documents to prove you are a criminal.