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| 17 October 2007 | HANDCUFFS, BARS, CELLSBLOCKH | Many years ago, I was self employed, but with a partner. Roughly, about 10 years ago I got jumped on, so it's obvious one has to defend themselves. As far as I was aware, all was finished. She ends up with a lot of bruises and scars though. The next week her mother and sister jumped on me.
Why can't people accept if you are big enough to start a fight, you should be big enough to admit defeat? This happened in a market place. So say no more.
I decided to do something else, partnership broke up it was a bit messy. So 3 years later, 1999, I returned to where I came from. Was it a really a wise choice? Maybe, but home is home. So whilst I was waiting for a house, I lodged with this lovely couple, in their caravan.
I decided to apply for a taxi license.
Think, it was a month later, the mother told me the police were up looking for me and they wanted me to go down to the station. Now this was a Friday at 3pm. So I went down, totally oblivious, hadn't a clue, and walked in. Told to wait in this room and then 2 policemen walked in. Handcuffed me and read me my rights.
"What! You are joking!"
I was shocked, stunned, speechless, but I was surprised, I still handle rather calm, unlike me.What could I say?
Then they put me behind bars, in fact, they actually treated me like a serial killer, they were all serious, really treated me, as if, this was a high court situation.
'so what more can I do, here is me, picturing myself in prison for life, for something I might not have committed'.
Meanwhile, at 9pm,I was picked up by Aberdeen police.Whilst in the car, the male was talking to me.
He was completely pissed off with our local police station. He asked,
"What the f** was the point of arresting you on Friday at 3pm, what is the point, we can't do anything until Monday"
Next comment he made,
"I mean, they knew where you lived, could they not have waited until Sunday or Monday",
He was not a happy man.They had to drive all the way up from Aberdeen on a Friday night. I was thinking, it must be serious, I mean they way the local police treated me and to be picked up straight away.
Next comment, the guy in car from Aberdeen police said,
"Why could the police station not contact a solicitor to make an agreement to attend court on Monday?"
He carried on totally still pissed off, 
"It's not exactly a big major crime. It's only a district court, small charge for assault".
I am thinking,
"Who the bloody hell have I suddenly assaulted now?",
Then he told me, it was these gypsies from Aberdeen area, who does the market.
The police said,
"there was a court case, and you never turned up?",
I said,
"I didn't get any letter",
Police said,
"think it was returned, and when you get back I would visit a solicitor and take local police station to court, this is unnecessary, we got to feed you for the week end, if they had your address, they could have waited until Monday".
This conversation went on for 3 hours, and he was really pissed off.
I had to get my word in hear,
"WELCOME TO OUR LOCAL POLICE STATION!" 
"Well, the point locally, our police can't catch any criminals, and as soon as something trivial happens they all flap their feathers and get in a panic. Dread to think if something serious happens. It would be high blood pressure, heart attack, the whole works".
I told them, that my friend who did drive taxi's, dropped someone off, well before I moved up. A guy from a flat shouted out the window and offered the guy drugs, for in place of money. He was not happy, he went to the police and told them, gave the number and address where they stayed and guess what they said to him,
"Can you take us up to the house and point out which one it was",
"Eh!"
I mean he gave the address, and everything, do they want him to make the arrests later on in life as well.Why not just stamp on his back, I reported you for drug dealing. Here they don't have a clue! 
The Aberdeen policeman was really nice, the female was a bit sort of power to the head, but the guy was really nice, nearly fancied him myself. Big difference between city police men and small towns, they know what is minor and what is major. Guess city people are just good at maths!
So I sat in the cells for a whole week end, met some nice people. There was this girl, who had a fight with her boyfriend and was arrested.She was friendly, and funny. We were talking most of the night, it went quiet, and then she came out with a comment, something similar to
"I go both ways",
Her conversation was heading, somewhere dodgy, so I pretended to have fallen asleep, sweating a bit, think I started praying. But it could have just been alcohol talk, she was pissed. Luckily, I survived, lived to tell the tale. It did surprise me though! I suffer bad claustrophobia.
Just remember, if you get yourself in this position, all you have to remember is,
'time does not stand still'. 
At the end of all this, I got good behaviour and don't let it happen again.
Got my taxi licence, crashed the taxi car in the second week, and got fired.
End of story. 
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