Round like a shot... Going to bed the other night, I noticed people in my shed stealing things. I phoned the police but was told there was no one in the area to help. The policeman said they would send someone
over as soon as possible. I hung up.
A minute later I rang again. 'Hello', I said, 'I called you a minute ago because there were people in my shed. You don't
have to hurry now, because I've shot them.'
Within five minutes there were half a dozen police cars in the area, plus helicopters and an armed response unit. They caught the burglars red-handed.
One of the officers said: 'I thought you said you'd shot
them.'
To which I replied: 'I thought you said there was no one available.'
Will and Guy never cease to be amazed at the different ways that people
find to do strange and funny things. Recently, in Nottingham, UK, the world
record for getting dressed up as Robin Hood has been smashed in Nottingham
by a group of enthusiasts.
Over a thousand volunteers led by the
modern-day Sheriff of Nottingham, gathered at the city's castle to try and
pass the previous total of 607.
Participants had to meet minimum
costume requirements of a hat with a feather, a green or brown tunic and
trousers and leather footwear, many also wore tights.
The official
count, taken at noon, put the total at 1,119. The Sheriff, in mythology and
legend, Robin's sworn enemy, wore a costume specially designed and made by
Nottingham City Council's Children's Services costume department. Prizes
were awarded in a number of age categories and a medieval band kept people
entertained.
The Robin Hood memorial statue in Nottingham
Will and Guy have unearthed a funny and perhaps rather a silly Robin
Hood joke from early 13th Century England; we would like to share it with
you.
The scene is set in a field just outside the city of Nottingham and
close to Sherwood Forest. Hundreds of people have turned up to see their
folk heroes perform in the annual archery competition which is attended by
the Sheriff and the King of England.
The first archer lines up
wearing a scarf which hides his face. People chatter as they wonder who this
man might be. Taking a deep breath the archer fires his arrow which finds
the centre of the target, the gold. He removes his face covering and shouts,
'I am Robin Hood.' The crowd is delirious and they cheer wildly.
Another contestant, a second archer also with his face hidden by a scarf
takes up a firing position. He fires his arrow which also hits the bull and
slices Robin Hood's arrow into two! He takes off his scarf and bellows, 'I
am William Tell.' Once more the crowd cheer madly'
A third man,
also with his face hidden from view, takes up a firing position and fires
his arrow but the arrow flies off at an acute angle. It arrows past the
crowd and strikes King John* in the heart, killing him. This man also
removes his face covering and yells at the top of his voice, 'I'm very
sorry!'
*King John, who died in 1216 was Robin Hood's sworn enemy.
This series of 3 letters were sent to Will and Guy for publication on our
site.
They are allegedly a genuine complaint to Devon and Cornwall Police Force
from an angry member of the public. We find them amusing, clever and funny
and they reflect views held by some, but not all people in the UK.
Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Bodmin police
station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try
e-mailing you instead.
Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your
colleagues in Bodmin, by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija
board.
As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments [I
think you call them youths] in St Mary's Crescent, which is just off St
Mary's Road in Bodmin.
Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a
football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This causes an
earth shattering CLANG! which rings throughout the entire building. This
game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system
works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.
The remaining five walking-abortions are happily rummaging through
several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so
thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins. One of them has found a saw and
is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed.
I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited
attention to the bottle of Calor gas that is lying on its side between the
two bins. If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs
off then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to lend
them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the
street with them and I've just finished decorating the kitchen.
What I suggest is this: after replying to this e-mail with worthless
assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why
not leave it until the one night of the year [probably bath night] when
there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a Panda car before
doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This will of course serve
no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.
I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these
throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head
start before coming to arrest me.
I remain sirs, your obedient servant,
********
Dear Mr********,
I have read your e-mail and understand your frustration at the problems
caused by youths playing in the area and the problems you have encountered
in trying to contact the police.
As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to extend an
offer of discussing the matter fully with you.
Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details eg.-
address / telephone number and when may be suitable.
Regards,
PC 49 Community Beat Officer
Dear PC 49,
First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my
original e-mail.
16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Bodmin Police
Station, and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris
McWhirter for inclusion in his next book.
Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has its own Community
Beat Officer.
May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills? In the five
or so years I have lived in St Mary's Crescent, I have never seen you. Do
you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrated the gang
itself? Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or
the one with a chin like a wash hand basin? It's surely only a matter of
time before you are head-hunted by MI5.
Whilst I realise that there may be far more serious crimes taking place
in Bodmin, such as smoking in a public place or being Christian without due
care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain [using
words of no more than two syllables at a time] to these twits that they
might want to play their strange football game elsewhere.
The pitch on Fairpark Road or the one at Priory Park are both within
spitting distance as is the bottom of the Par Dock, the latter being the
preferred option especially if the tide is in.
Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to
contact me on: **************. If after 25 minutes I have still failed to
answer, I'll buy you a large one in the Cat and Fiddle Pub.
Regards,
******** P.S. If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky
that you don't work for the cleansing department with whom I am also in
contact.
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