OT You know when you have one of those tumultuous weeks?

I thought I might as well post this in here as I have been a regular
for a while now.

About a month ago I got booked for high level drink driving. I had a
gig at a local venue I do sound for and had every intention of getting
drunk at the end of the night. So before I went into said venue I
parked my car off the road in a private carpark and achieved my
mission of getting very drunk after the gig. I went back to the car,
dropped the seat back and climbed into my sleeping bag with no
intention of driving the 50km home.

Around 3am I am woken up by the plod who breathalise me and take me to
the station and charge me with being control of a vehicle in a public
space. I had deliberately taken the vehicle off the public roads
before I started drink FFS. With this law it means that if you are in
a motorhome in a caravan park and have some beers and if the gate is
not locked, you can be arrested for drink driving. Fucking insane.

Anyway, so for a month I had no driver's llicence. And if you don't
finish work til 1am with no public transport, it cost me a fucking
fortune. I spent $400 in one week alone in taxis, let alone hotel
bills and other shit.

So early last week I get my day in court. My girlfriend comes along
with me for moral support.

Magistrate listens to my case but says the case will have to be
adjourned for another two months til they can have witnesses for
prosecution. WTF? I don't have a problem with the cops, they were just
doing their job and were quite friendly and sociable. It's the law
that is an arse. Anyway, there's a dude in a suit below the magistrate
who beckons me over and asks for my mobile number. I thought he must
be legal aid or something. He whispers that he may be able to help me
and will cal me back in the afternoon.

So Edwina (my g/f) and I go and have some lunch thinking, ****!
another two months of no licence.

3 o'clock that afternoon I get a call from the guy in the suit. Turns
out he is the police prosecutor. He says he has good news for me. He
had listened to what I had said in court and decided that the police
will withdraw all charges against me. He rang Motor Registry and told
them I had a drivers licence again and within two days I had a letter
to that effect from the police department and now have my licence back
again.

If you thought this was going to have good ending. No.

On that afternoon when he rang me, I immediately rang Edwina and told
her the good news. I went to work that evening and around 9pm got a
cryptic SMS from her that I still don't understand. She was staying
with her parents that night as I was working late. Around midnight she
left a disturbing note, walked out the door and jumped off a bridge.

I've been a bit of a fucking mess for the last week and a half. God I
am going to miss her.

 

Hang in there mate.

Fraser

 

FFS. That ain't good. Just don't go doing anything dumb yourself.

 

Hang in there fella.

 

That's pretty shit, hope you can keep it together.

 

Commiserations mate, time to buy a new bike?

 

Good news.

I just had to read back up and check that her name wasn't Billie Jo.

Life sucks sometimes.

 

Ye gods. My commiserations.

 

A week and a half? Must have been quite some bird. Hang in there mate.

 

Bloody hell, Kev, not good at all. Commiserations, best wishes, and
everything. Keep it together yourself now, don't do anything stupid.

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On Fri, 18 Mar 2011 17:03:59 +1100, Kevin Gleeson wibbled:
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I don't know what to say apart from my condolences mate.

 

That's fucked up. Commiserations.

 

Bloody hell.....

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Kevin Gleeson

That's shit. Hope you're keeping it together

 

Good grief - what a shock. Sorry to hear that. Chin up and all that.

 

Terrible news - what a waste. Commiserations and hang on in there.

 

Bejeezus yes. What a shit road you have been on. Dropping like flies they
are around here.

As for the car/drink bit. The law had a lot of problems being cute. The
remedy is very simple. Sleep in the car but do not have the keys about your
person. I know it sounds a bit dozy but for general info, if one can't
leave them somewhere sensible/with someone just scoop a hole in the dirt
nearby out of site and bury them. Plod can't do a fucking thing if you have
no keys and "can't remember who has them or where they are".

 

Doesn't happen very often, but you've rendered me speechless. I have
no idea what you're in the middle of, Kev. What a shitter.

Non carborundum illegetemi, or summat like that.

 

****'s sake.
Too drunk to realise the bungee jump was last week?

Commiserations, bro.

 

I bet. All you can do is wait it out.