Had to Watch Someone Get Arrested for a Joint in the Bloody Woods – What a Joke

 

Let me tell you what really ground my gears this weekend. I’m out for a bit of a decompress – quiet stroll through the local woods near the back of town, headphones in, birds chirping, sun peeking through the leaves, all that good stuff. I wasn’t bothering anyone, just enjoying a bit of space away from the daily madness. Then I see two coppers stomping through the trees like they're on some bloody episode of Line of Duty.


At first, I thought someone must’ve been fly-tipping or having a scrap. Nope. It was some young lad, maybe mid-20s, sat on a fallen log with a single joint in his hand. That’s it. Not dealing, not smashing the place up, not robbing anyone – just sat, quietly, having a smoke. Probably had a stressful week and thought, “You know what? I’ll take a minute out here.”

And what does he get? Dragged up, cuffed, bag searched, and shoved into the back of a van like he’s Pablo bleeding Escobar. I couldn’t believe it. Out of all the things going on in the world – you know, knife crime, dodgy landlords, kids going hungry – the police decide that this bloke, minding his own business with a spliff in the trees, is top priority?


We’ve Got to Be Taking the Piss at This Point

This country is backwards, I swear. Canada? Legal. Germany? Legal. Loads of American states? Legal. Yet here in good ol’ Blighty, you can’t even have a bit of weed in a remote woodland clearing without getting treated like a menace to society.

It’s not just the arrest either. That lad’s probably going to have to explain that on every job application now. “Yes, I have a criminal record – for sitting quietly on a log with some skunk.” What kind of pathetic system does that to someone? Meanwhile half the people in Westminster are on more substances than your average weekend festival-goer and no one's dragging them off in handcuffs.

Let’s not pretend we haven’t all smelt it walking through town, down alleyways, outside pubs – it's bloody everywhere. And yet the moment someone steps outside the city, away from everyone, to be discreet and respectful about it, that’s when we pounce?


Make It Make Sense

Honestly, I’m sick of the hypocrisy. Alcohol kills thousands every year. It’s legal. Tobacco? Still legal. Paracetamol overdoses? Legal product. But weed – a plant – is treated like it’s the end of civilisation. And for what? Most people I know who use it are mellow, creative, and just trying to stay sane in a society that barely lets you breathe.

The irony is that if this bloke had been sat on that same log downing a bottle of vodka, they wouldn’t have even blinked. Maybe checked on him to see if he was alright. But because it’s cannabis, out come the gloves, the scowls, and the full police performance. Taxpayers’ money well spent, eh?


Let People Live Their Lives

Let me be clear – I’m not talking about massive grow-ops or gang turf wars. I’m talking about personal use. A joint. A bit of green in a baccy pouch. Out of the way, not harming anyone. If someone’s got anxiety, pain, stress, or just wants to chill for a bit, who the hell are we to say they can’t?

Watching that lad get arrested – it was humiliating. Not just for him, but for all of us who have to live in a country that still thinks smoking a bit of weed is a threat to national security.

It’s 2025. We’re meant to be progressive, forward-thinking, “modern Britain.” But this? This was medieval. Embarrassing. And I, for one, am done pretending it’s acceptable.

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