From: Blunderov (squooker@mweb.co.za)
Date: Thu Apr 01 2004 - 11:52:21 MST
rhinoceros
Sent: 01 April 2004 06:15 PM
[rhinoceros]
My own similar experience from London dates back to the late 70s, at 3
AM in the morning in the empty streets, dead drunk and walking back from
Piccadilly Circus to a place called Camberwell.
I stood at a corner to take care of some quick business and here he was,
a cop with a flashlight. I had an electronic part with me which I had
purchased from a Heathkit dealer at noon, and he looked alarmed when I
told him that it was "just an 11-position rotary switch". After trying
hard to read my Greek ID card (I had left my passport at home) he gave
up. He asked me my name, he scribbled something on his notebook, and he
walked away.
[Blunderov]<hoots and chortles> Camberwell? Home of the dreaded
'Camberwell Carrot' as mentioned in 'Withnail and I'?
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