I've just been raided by the police! There's never a dull moment in Brixton, man!
Next door's burglar alarm was going off. To my shame I didn't think anything of it, because when I got in half an hour previously I could hear their TV through the wall.
The next thing I know, the police are hammering on my door asking if they can get through to the back garden of next door, via mine. So, of course, as the good citizen, I let them through and they climb over the dividing fence. Ooh, I must blog this I thought. My blog-readers will think that I'm a really exciting drug fiend.
Drug fiend...
Bugger, I'm supposed to be watering the cannabis plant.
How much chutzpah does it take to water the cannabis plant in the middle of a police raid?
Do I rock or do I kick ass?
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