Friday, 23 November 2007

Hastings English Language Centre.

Apologies for the ongoing case of pensioner syndrome but nearing 40 and one third of my alloted time on this planet before my current energy cell starts to deteriorate i have just been reflecting upon days of yore , when everything just seemed to be just right with the world or pretty close anyway.

The house in the centre of the picture was the language centre building.One saturday morning when i was about 15 ,everyone else had gone out and i thought i would explore this building as they were closed on saturdays.I went through the trees so i wasnt seen and had a look around the garden and then thought i would try and get into the house.I forced a window open and got inside.Walked around for a couple of minutes and then in one of the rooms there was a Space Invaders machine which i actually started playing.

Then the alarms went off ................. for about twenty minutes.

It was unbelievably loud so i got out of there as fast as i could and ran back through the trees to get home as that way was the best way not to be seen.I dont think i have ever had to get away from somewhere as fast as that before [ well , i have ,lots of times but thats another story].Got home [corner of the picture] and half expected for the rest of the day that the police were going to call round or something like that but i got away with it in the end as i never heard another thing about it.

I was exploring a similar type building in Brighton that was derelict.about the same size as this one but it had a look out tower that comprised of a circular glazed room set into the roofline.This was because i was spotted by the neighbours.

" you have got 5 minutes before we call the police" and they bloody well did as well.Problem was the road this house was situated in had no easy escape route as it was on a main road and all roads leading off it were either dead ends or no , thats it just dead ends .so i was forced back the way i came .

So what do you do ?

I had to change my clothes a bit so that i wouldnt fit the description given to the police when i was reported to them.This was done by taking off my jacket and hiding it. Thats it. Thats all i had to do.So when the police car that drove past slowly next to me across the road didnt stop.They had a good look but didnt stop

me and ask questions.This was lucky because i stick out like a sore thumb anyway ,but police are generally quite stupid at the best of times anyway.


Anyway i was stopped once years ago in central London [Oxford street] i was with a friend and we were on our way to a gig.We stopped at a cashpoint , i drew out cash and gave my friend [who used to try and bleed me dry] a tenner.My friend then when down a side alleyway to have a piss and i waited .

Two policewomen across the road saw the whole thing and wandered over.They must have thought that there was something suspicous going on and requested that i empty all my pockets and my bag and give them my name etc .I did just that .There was nothing to hide.There was though but the two nice ladies didnt realise it as i had an eight of solid resin in the little tiny pocket that you get next to the larger front pocket on a pair of Levis.But they didnt really need to know about that and i had to be somewhere else .I was almost in conversation with them by that point and said that i was late and had to be somewhere to watch live music.So that was it.Easy.

Police are easy to just have to be nice to them.Also ,i hate to say it ,but police are judgemental and *will* make instant judgements about you based on how you talk and how you look.So if you are well spoken ,their attitude to you completely changes.I dont talk the queens english but i am well spoken to a large extent.Like it or not ,thats how it is, and the same goes when youare in court awaiting sentence.Depending on your postcode and your background and the way you talk , there is a sliding up and down scale of leniency and severity of sentence.Its not fair but who said life was fair anyway?

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