The dawn raid!
Oooooh - that's an exciting title for a post, isn't it?
Well, I have a story to tell! This story starts at approximately 7am last Thursday morning. I was in bed, blissfully trying to sleep away the wine I had consumed at my friend Ricci's birthday dinner the night before when the intercom starts buzzing. I said "Khoo, the intercom's buzzing", he said "just ignore it, probably just some drunk". So we tried too, but whoever it was started holding the buzzer down so it was buzzing continuously.
Myself being the more motivated of the two of us, I get up to rectify the situation and run into our housemate Barbara in the hallway. She picks up the intercom first. Here is what I hear her saying:
"Hello, who is this? What? The police? Don't be stupid, I'm not letting you in! How do I know you're not just some crazy person? How about you step away from the door so we can see your uniforms from the window? Plain clothes.....pftttt...GO AWAY! (hangs up)"
At this point they started pressing the button continuously again, so Barbara once again picked up the intercom:
"What's that? You're detectives from Scotland Yard? You have a warrant to search our flat? Can you hold your badges up at least?"
So we look out the window and see 3 police officers holding their badges up. Decided at this point that they were genuine so decide to let them in, feeling reasonably confused as to why they have a warrant to search our flat.
Anyway, the story is, we let them in and they inform us that they will be searching our flat and arresting our other housemate Massimo under the Computer Misuse Act! And before anyone asks, no they were not arresting him for kiddie porn (thank god!). He wasn't home at the time but when he did get home, we found out that it was to do with some naughty stuff he did with the work computers when he got fired from his job.
It was actually quite lucky that we let them in when they did, because they informed us that they were actually about 30 seconds away from breaking the door down! I wouldn't have been too pleased to have to explain that one to our landlord. As it was, they also woke up the guy in the flat underneath us (when we got downstairs to let them in he was down there yelling through the door, telling them to piss off). So we had to go down to explain the situation to him as well. He said "I'm glad you told me, cos I just assumed you were all drug dealers when I saw the cops there".
So anyway, that's been the excitement for the week. We can now tell people we have had our flat searched by Scotland Yard. Now THAT'S something to be proud of!
Megan
P.S. Please feel free to email Patrick and call him a lazy bastard for not putting the photos from Italy on yet (they're all on his computer). Particularly as he hasn't exactly been short on time - he spent last Tuesday in his boxer shorts and t shirt, playing computer games all day. And he didn't have a shower until I chucked a hissy fit and called him a smelly bastard.
Well, I have a story to tell! This story starts at approximately 7am last Thursday morning. I was in bed, blissfully trying to sleep away the wine I had consumed at my friend Ricci's birthday dinner the night before when the intercom starts buzzing. I said "Khoo, the intercom's buzzing", he said "just ignore it, probably just some drunk". So we tried too, but whoever it was started holding the buzzer down so it was buzzing continuously.
Myself being the more motivated of the two of us, I get up to rectify the situation and run into our housemate Barbara in the hallway. She picks up the intercom first. Here is what I hear her saying:
"Hello, who is this? What? The police? Don't be stupid, I'm not letting you in! How do I know you're not just some crazy person? How about you step away from the door so we can see your uniforms from the window? Plain clothes.....pftttt...GO AWAY! (hangs up)"
At this point they started pressing the button continuously again, so Barbara once again picked up the intercom:
"What's that? You're detectives from Scotland Yard? You have a warrant to search our flat? Can you hold your badges up at least?"
So we look out the window and see 3 police officers holding their badges up. Decided at this point that they were genuine so decide to let them in, feeling reasonably confused as to why they have a warrant to search our flat.
Anyway, the story is, we let them in and they inform us that they will be searching our flat and arresting our other housemate Massimo under the Computer Misuse Act! And before anyone asks, no they were not arresting him for kiddie porn (thank god!). He wasn't home at the time but when he did get home, we found out that it was to do with some naughty stuff he did with the work computers when he got fired from his job.
It was actually quite lucky that we let them in when they did, because they informed us that they were actually about 30 seconds away from breaking the door down! I wouldn't have been too pleased to have to explain that one to our landlord. As it was, they also woke up the guy in the flat underneath us (when we got downstairs to let them in he was down there yelling through the door, telling them to piss off). So we had to go down to explain the situation to him as well. He said "I'm glad you told me, cos I just assumed you were all drug dealers when I saw the cops there".
So anyway, that's been the excitement for the week. We can now tell people we have had our flat searched by Scotland Yard. Now THAT'S something to be proud of!
Megan
P.S. Please feel free to email Patrick and call him a lazy bastard for not putting the photos from Italy on yet (they're all on his computer). Particularly as he hasn't exactly been short on time - he spent last Tuesday in his boxer shorts and t shirt, playing computer games all day. And he didn't have a shower until I chucked a hissy fit and called him a smelly bastard.
posted by Patrick Khoo | 6:03 pm
1 Comments:
Firstly nips, I think we can all safely say that no matter how many showers khoo has he is still gonna be a smelly bastard! On a side note, did khoo start to erase his hard drive when he heard it was the cops?
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