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>I wake up to a policeman asking me if I knew where I was
>Immediate panic, what is going on
>Security had knocked me out
>Policeman reads me my rights, slaps on the cuffs and leads me out to the van, I get driven to the nearest station, where they do the whole processing thing
>Take my shoelaces
>Take fingerprints
>Mouth swabs
>Info
>I’m then jammed in a holding cell
>This was supposed to be my last night on the tour, I have a flight in the morning to catch
>They won’t let me out
>Can’t see a solicitor until I sober up (mandatory 12 hours)
>I’m fucked
>I don’t have any idea how other people usually react to this, but I shut down, I felt like it was happening to somebody else and I wasn’t there, I wasn’t focused at all
>Didn’t help I had a concussion from getting smashed in the head
>Made my statement, I swear I was slurring and didn’t make sense, I didn’t know where Ben had fucked off to (he walked to the coach station, slept there until the morning bus back to his area) and I was all along
>I was eventually released on bail with a conditional caution for ABH (actual bodily harm), I had broken the guys nose and knocked out a tooth. I’m still out on bail now, and have to report again in a couple of months.
>This is the single worst ordeal of my life
>This should be the moment I clean up my act and sort out my life.
>Nope
