When I was 14 me and my mate got caught stripping lead off a church roof. We heard the dogs and a ladder so we legged it through all the back courts of the tenements, all the doors were locked so we couldn't get out until a door eventually opened, the guy grabbed us both, he was a plain clothes cop. He asked us what we were doing, I being a gifted liar (at the time) pleaded that we were playing two man hunt, but before the copper could give me a response my mate blurted out "Ach we may as well tell him we were stripping lead". I could have ****ing killed him.
Then when we were in the cop car, another copper appeared with the metal shears my mate had brought. I denied all knowledge of their existence, my mate, Billy shouts out "Ach we may as well tell him, they're mine", I stole them from school".
I was very proud of never grassing anyone up and I never have. On the other hand people seemed to always dob me in it. So called mates can quickly turn to self preserving snitches before you can say Remand School.
Crime's a funny old game, they say it doesn't pay, I made a living out of petty crimes and scams until I was about 27.
Never been in the position of mates grassing me up. Most of the "criminals" I associate with are people charged for fighting. Dealers and thieves don't make good mates.
^ This. ^ Whenever me and my mate went to a dealer's place to buy weed, he always ended up chatting to the guy. All I wanted to do is get stoned but instead had to hang around in some dealer's filthy kitchen in East Hull for 45 minutes talking about random bollocks. I just kept my mouth shut; never entertained the toothless, unwashed pogs. Everyone's got that one friend who knows everyone and just has to speak to them at any given moment.
****ing hate that. I won't walk through town with some ****s. Stopping every ****ing 10 steps to speak to some random **** from some random party once upon a random time.
I never made a fortune out of it, just petty cash. Mostly scams, like my milk round, and Army Rations.
You still have some, don't you? My da still has rations from his time. Weirdly enough my grandad was telling me at the weekend about him eating chocolate from WWI during his service.
Kind of, but instead of the dealer being a chilled-out James Franco type, he's a EDL-supporting, racist skinhead who left school with no GCSEs (not even a BTEC), is always on speed or MCAT when you go to buy off him and keeps all his weed in an old Roses tin from 10 Christmases ago.
Only lowlife scumbags strip lead from roofs. That's usually reserved for gypsies and Romanians. **** sake Dev
