Sorry i'm just cut and pasting my EMB story here, i think it was maybe 98 or 99 i can't really remember, anyway, from the York thread -
The only times i skated there was WAY after it had died a death and you got busted for even skating through it, thank fuck a heave Scottish accent being put on for the cops and lots of "AYE, how can we nea skatebald hulr ?" "I jis didna keen how it's nea allowed, keen, a've jis cum fae A'Deen tae skatebuld is place, an it's nea allowed - how nea ?" which just confused the shit out of them, and got them into speaking about there grand father being form "the homeland" they let us skate for a wee bit, and told us not to skate here, later on that day everyone got chased away from the Peir, bar me and my mate who just chatted to the cops, as it was the same cops about 2 hours later, ohh how we laughted
"You boys AGAIN ? - You're not allowed to skateboard here !" - "How' a'body else is, is it nea a skatepark or summit ?"
The genius that is naive innocents mixed with a shit heavy Doric accent, those Cops must have thought we were slightly regular in a cute "they're from Scotland, they probably dont' have running water or flushing toilets" manner. . . . .