Takes one to know one, lol
I can let Slim elaborate if you want.....lol. This is of course fiction and is the sort of stuff that you can read in my one day to be published book series
I have been writing book number 3 in the series but things have slowed down of late on that front.
T'was a cold but sunny late afternoon in Divit, there was a certain charge in the air, but things were deadly still. The 5:30 train from Edinburgh was due in and the Station Trendies waited patiently in their various hideouts (not easy hiding 50 people). The lookout on the train bridge in his dirty mac was smarting against the cold air blowing in from the Forth, but through the tunnel the lights of the train emerged, the train that would end all our fun, the train that would kill the DST.
As the train slowly pulled into the station the lads and lasses emerged. The doors opened and first as always the Police. The Police already present on the platform joined their colleagues as the train emptied like a haggis splitting open on Burns night. The Toun squad was fat and at least 100 deep, but softened from the train ride and the police presence. Not the DST, we fukkin charged down that station hill filling the air with wild cries of DST, DST, like Michael Caines worst Zulu nightmare. The mob crossing the bridge got on its toes towards the safety of the station as their faces contorted in expressions of fear and panic, and the police tried to intervene and form some sort of barrockade. Punches and kicks applied to all and sundry, the police and mob ran back to join the others who had already reached the safety of the station building. The concrete that had been strategically placed around the station for the last week started to rain down from the young team that were on walls elovated above the road.
Cars and taxis screached to a halt as concrete smashed through their windscreens and our mob tried to get into the station building. Police sirens now filled the air, the police at the station had regrouped and pushed us back. All of a sudden there was a gap between the mobs and one policeman stepped forward shouting,"you are all under arrest", which was met with a further volley of concrete as he ran back with several lumps hitting him as he and his boys in blue ran for cover and the DST once again charged. I am afraid to say that backup was arriving at this point and we just couldn't get into the now locked station building. We had to get out of there.
That night in the police cells was one of the funniest times of my life, and also one where I had to come to terms with the fact that although I had not reached 16, most of my friends had and would most likely be going to jail as the majority had previous and the police where trying to do us with mobbing and rioting. Our saving grace was that no one said shit. Everyone denied being there, everyone beat the prisoners dilema!! They dropped the charges to Breach of the peace, and then it got thrown out for most, I think one guy done a bit of time but he only needed to fart to go back inside, lol. But by that time everyone was done with it, so it was the last stand.
Standing in a line at the police station after been smacked a few times in the police car (they were obviously pissed that we had done them, lol, bunch of kids running the police!!!) One of the police said to my mate, "I saw you when we chased you up the station hill", which he retorted, "When was that? After we had chased you!" there was a few sniggers down that line I can tell you, hahaha.
Slim, 1987..
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