My daughter was arrested in New Zealand she had been coming home from after a night out with a friend they had got a KFC take away , and the taxi driver had radio the police d given the police the address that he was taking them to , the police was waiting when the taxi pulled up my daughter said its because they had spilt a carton of coke all over the back seat of the cab , the liquid kind and not the white powdery stuff you put up your nose , and he wanted $100 compensation because he couldn't take any more fares with the seat being drenched my daughter refused and kicked off big style and as a result the taxi driver got a kicking and my daughter she got arrested.
She said she now has bruises on her wrists from the police hand cuffs and not from reenacting scenes from Shades of grey , and that she wasn't that drunk for a Saturday morning as she only had downed three bottles of wine and half a bottle of vodka , anyway after five hours banged up she was released without any charges , she got her KFC back and a police car dropped her off supposedly near her home when she said they had driven miles too far , they told her to get a taxi funny kunts.

I bet she felt very alone , when them cuffs go on and your driven to jail and the door slam shuts behind you and its a cold cell with a concrete floor and brick walls and the key turns you know you have absolutely no power you are just a number .

Helen came out with a classic she said just before i go to bed every night i am really knackered and tired out , she said every nights the same , i said yes hopefully you are that's why you go to bed if you was wide eyed and wide awake there be little point.
Then she text me to bring her a cup or tea up to the bedroom and her headache tablets from the kitchen drawer because she was getting a pain in her foot i said that's the opposite end of the body and the furthest point away from your head i pointed out to her she said well a pain is a pain , that's women's logic for ya.