(I haven't received confirmation that I am actually on a list yet, but ive been told there's a high chance.)
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It was bc I offhandedly joked that I care about the stuff in my room than I do my own life, so I'd rather risk defending it whether I have knives or not, than lose all my shit.
(It has some truth to it bc I'm kinda indifferent to death, but still, there's no need to put me on a list that will affect my entire fucking life.)
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N°1 rule of dealing with cops: you're entering a world where jokes don't exist. Everything it 1st degree.
...which would have been more useful, had I told you that last week.
Unless someone besides your mum has said you're on a list then you shouldn't worry. You should, how ever, be a bit pissed off. Contact the police and ask them then you'll know if you're "on a list" or how big an arsehole your mum is. I've never done anything illegal and I've lost count of the times my mum threatened me with the police as a child.
nah, not London.
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pretty sure i wouldn't be on a list just bc of the weapons, i think it's because i misread the situation and thought it was okay to joke around regarding them with police ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You know, probably some of your ancestors' cousins fled to America for reasons. Swords? Try a SCAR-H. They have bayonet lugs if you absolutely need to option. Hell, I can order a cavalry sword online and have it shipped to my door no questions asked.
Dealing with police is kind'f like dealing with a hot pan. There's usually only one way to handle them without any risk, and without any party involved becoming nervous. There are alternative ways, but generally a good rule of thumb is not to antagonize your pans. Things could easily 'fly off the handle', and fuck up just about everything around. Pick your battles, and -never- incriminate or implicate yourself in -anything-, be it jokingly, or in anger, or not. Your words can very much be used against you in this, our criminal system. That being said, there is also no need to excessively fear your, uh, pans. They exist only, and were made by our hands; and, by our hands can be unmade. 1-16-1-2! APAB!
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It was bc I offhandedly joked that I care about the stuff in my room than I do my own life, so I'd rather risk defending it whether I have knives or not, than lose all my shit.
(It has some truth to it bc I'm kinda indifferent to death, but still, there's no need to put me on a list that will affect my entire fucking life.)
N°1 rule of dealing with cops: you're entering a world where jokes don't exist. Everything it 1st degree.
...which would have been more useful, had I told you that last week.
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pretty sure i wouldn't be on a list just bc of the weapons, i think it's because i misread the situation and thought it was okay to joke around regarding them with police ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
But then again, this is *england*, after all.