by Calvin Robinson on January 23, 2009.

If this was the 1940s I’d probably be forced to wear a Star of David. Well I suppose my dreadlocks are today’s equivalent, for the police at least.

After work today a few of us went to the bar: Paul, Hannah, Ruk, Babac, Dan and myself. We only had a few drinks, after quite a stressful day, and decided to move on. Paul and Hannah went straight home, so the rest of us walked down the street – Ruk and I went into KFC, while Dan and Babac went on to another bar. Walking past the station (on the opposite side of the road) we noticed it was full of cops.

Ruk and I had a nice KFC man. Nasty food really, but it’s good when you’ve been drinking ;D. We were chatting for quite a while – like 45mins.  So we entered the station  and I muttered to Ruk “be prepared to get searched man, I always get searched when they are about” and Ruk mentioned he’d never been searched, which was a surprise to me. Even more of a surprise was the fact that we made it past the cops, onto to the platform. Wow. That’s a first.

It didn’t last long.

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