| I got searched at Finsbury park station once. They had fuckin sniffer dogs and they got me. I didnt have anything on me, but they could smell the skunk from earlier.
They took me into the back room and i was shitting bricks. I thought they were gonna strip search, but they just searched my clothes. Didnt find shit, and then went on to give me a 20min lecture on the dangers of drugs. I was 15 at the time.
They asked me what i wanted to be when i was older so they could make a point that it wouldnt happen if i was on drugs, so i said, an actor. He didnt know what to say to that and let me go.
Then a year later i got arrested in the west end for smoking. Me and my mate went down an alley, and apparently there were cctv cams. They thought i was trying to mug her, and a load of police charged down with fucking plastic shields and everything. Was fucking surreal. They realised I wasnt trying to mug her when she started screaming abuse at them. Took our last spliff and put us in the back of the car to the station. We were actually crying with laughter when they did the whole "you do not have to say anything, anything you do say......" speech. Just like the Bill.  | 
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