After reading the recent story of arrest it got me thinking of my own ordeal.
A couple of months back I went out with the girlfriend on her works Christmas do.
Should probably add that we live together.
Night went well, everyone obviously drank quite abit.
Decided to go home about 12ish, as there was talk of going to a club, which isnt really my thing. So left the girlfriend with her work mates and got a taxi home, I was pretty smashed by this point and dont even remember the taxi journey.
Next thing I know, Im waking up in our bedroom, at about 3am, covered in blood, with Police standing over me.
Now Im sat there thinking wth?!, they are quizzing me asking me what happend and where all this blood had come from, I have no answers for them at all, so they promptly arrest me on suspicion of assault and rush me out of the house to the police station, without allowing me to speak to my girlfriend to try and piece together what had happend.
Then followed the worst 12 hours of my life.
Stuck in a cell, looking over myself for cuts, trying to figure out what the hell had happend and what had happend to my girlfriend.
So many thoughts were going through my head, have I somehow been so blind drunk that Ive hit her? Cut her?!?! I was sure I hadnt injured myself as I couldnt find any sign on injury, but then I was also pretty sure I had not injured the gf as Im not the violent type, even when drunk :S
It gets to about 2pm, Im still sat in the cell trying to figure out what had happend.
Get the duty solicitor come through and I have a little chat, seems that the gf had apparently chosen not to give a statement, which they felt meant that I had done something, but that the gf was not prepared to press charges. So I was advised to answer every question that I was asked with "no comment", which I did. They proceeded to show my pictures they had taken of the house, it looked like scene from Saw, blood up the walls, all over the bed, basically it looked like a murder scene.
Roll on about 2 hours later, still sat in my cell, still having no idea what has happend to my gf when the police finally give me some information.
Apparently something had happend regarding a potato peeler... and the police seem to think from speaking to the gf over the phone, that the injury was self inflicted.
So I get discharged and get a lift home with a copper so he can get a statement from the gf and so he can see us together to make sure that she isnt covering anything up.
Story went like this..
Seems she came home about 1-2 hours after myself, blind drunk, and decided to make some form of potato dish.
She then proceeded to try and peel the potatoes, which doing so she managed to cut herself quite deeply in the thumb.
She then decided to clean up all remaines of the incident in the kitchen and goto bed, leaving no evidence of the potato incident, at which point she realises her thumb is bleeding like mad.
Then in her panic she trys to wake me, getting blood all over me, the walls and the bedroom.
I, at this point, was dead to the world, only managing to muble expletives at her in the hope I would be left in peace (I remember none of this).
She then decides that attempting to wake me is futile, so walks to the hospital (its about a 5 minute walk down the road).
She gets to the hospital, they dress the wound as it was not serious enough to stich, and send her on her way.
She then arrives back at the house, me still passed out in bed covered in blood, and she starts to try and take her contact lenses out before going to bed, at which point she manages to aggitate the wound, making it start bleeding again.
I then get shouted and sworne and shaken in another futile attempt to wake me. It was at this point the neighbours decide to call the police to report a domestic incident...
And this brings us back to the start!
Apparently she vaugely remembers giving a statement, but didnt sign it, and also I think the police were doubting the story as it seemed kinda unlikely!
Everything turned out fine in the end! Altho we never did explain the situation to the neighbours... but luickly we moved a couple of months later and have now decided that drinking too much and getting seperated is a bad idea!
A couple of months back I went out with the girlfriend on her works Christmas do.
Should probably add that we live together.
Night went well, everyone obviously drank quite abit.
Decided to go home about 12ish, as there was talk of going to a club, which isnt really my thing. So left the girlfriend with her work mates and got a taxi home, I was pretty smashed by this point and dont even remember the taxi journey.
Next thing I know, Im waking up in our bedroom, at about 3am, covered in blood, with Police standing over me.
Now Im sat there thinking wth?!, they are quizzing me asking me what happend and where all this blood had come from, I have no answers for them at all, so they promptly arrest me on suspicion of assault and rush me out of the house to the police station, without allowing me to speak to my girlfriend to try and piece together what had happend.
Then followed the worst 12 hours of my life.
Stuck in a cell, looking over myself for cuts, trying to figure out what the hell had happend and what had happend to my girlfriend.
So many thoughts were going through my head, have I somehow been so blind drunk that Ive hit her? Cut her?!?! I was sure I hadnt injured myself as I couldnt find any sign on injury, but then I was also pretty sure I had not injured the gf as Im not the violent type, even when drunk :S
It gets to about 2pm, Im still sat in the cell trying to figure out what had happend.
Get the duty solicitor come through and I have a little chat, seems that the gf had apparently chosen not to give a statement, which they felt meant that I had done something, but that the gf was not prepared to press charges. So I was advised to answer every question that I was asked with "no comment", which I did. They proceeded to show my pictures they had taken of the house, it looked like scene from Saw, blood up the walls, all over the bed, basically it looked like a murder scene.
Roll on about 2 hours later, still sat in my cell, still having no idea what has happend to my gf when the police finally give me some information.
Apparently something had happend regarding a potato peeler... and the police seem to think from speaking to the gf over the phone, that the injury was self inflicted.
So I get discharged and get a lift home with a copper so he can get a statement from the gf and so he can see us together to make sure that she isnt covering anything up.
Story went like this..
Seems she came home about 1-2 hours after myself, blind drunk, and decided to make some form of potato dish.
She then proceeded to try and peel the potatoes, which doing so she managed to cut herself quite deeply in the thumb.
She then decided to clean up all remaines of the incident in the kitchen and goto bed, leaving no evidence of the potato incident, at which point she realises her thumb is bleeding like mad.
Then in her panic she trys to wake me, getting blood all over me, the walls and the bedroom.
I, at this point, was dead to the world, only managing to muble expletives at her in the hope I would be left in peace (I remember none of this).
She then decides that attempting to wake me is futile, so walks to the hospital (its about a 5 minute walk down the road).
She gets to the hospital, they dress the wound as it was not serious enough to stich, and send her on her way.
She then arrives back at the house, me still passed out in bed covered in blood, and she starts to try and take her contact lenses out before going to bed, at which point she manages to aggitate the wound, making it start bleeding again.
I then get shouted and sworne and shaken in another futile attempt to wake me. It was at this point the neighbours decide to call the police to report a domestic incident...
And this brings us back to the start!
Apparently she vaugely remembers giving a statement, but didnt sign it, and also I think the police were doubting the story as it seemed kinda unlikely!
Everything turned out fine in the end! Altho we never did explain the situation to the neighbours... but luickly we moved a couple of months later and have now decided that drinking too much and getting seperated is a bad idea!
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