Been in Stewart Street cop shop a couple of times, which was a lot better than visiting my mate in Wandsworth prison, that is not a nice place. The **** was inside for trying to shove a duvet down his bird's throat and then setting her on fire.
Buy up all the orange streets, Bow, Vine and Marlborough, at the earliest opportunity. The Go to jail square makes them the most likely to be visited, by prisoners either rolling a double or paying the £50 fine. Build at least 3 houses on each and you usually will win the game.
I also nearly got pinched for laughing my head off at the polis. We were walking home from the pub and my pal and bro-in-law had brought their bottles of lager with them and were drinking them as we walked down the road. Polis motor screeched to a halt and the female officer who jumped out the passenger side banged the door on steel bollard putting a big dent in it. I went into kinks of laughter and couldn't stop. My pal and bro were thoroughly questioned about drinking in public at 1am and how lager bottles (Peroni I believe) were dangerous weapons. Meanwhile I was pishing myself laffing at the damage they'd done to their own car and asking how they were going to explain it. They made out they were going to arrest me if I didn't calm down and I said go ahead.They didn't and slunk away. Gambol's crime spree continues
Thrice. 1) Six weeks in Chelmsford for fighting at an England match during Euro 96. 2) Twenty-one days in Lewes for a bout of affray and public disturbance at East Grinstead,1999. 3) Eight weeks for ignoring a travel ban and attending Euro 2000 in France.
The eight weeks were spent in Lewes, too. The smell of hops wafts in from the nearby Harveys brewery and sends one into a slavering meltdown. Shameful memories, though. I cringe when I think about the utter **** I was/am. And believe it or not, it was during this time that I wrote my first novel, *** **** ** **** *****.
