I was pulled over for speeding on Friday night some time after our gig at about 0030...
In truth, I was driving FAR too quickly to get to an Indian restaurant. I just wanted to be on my own and pig out over a curry. Unfortunately, I was clocked.
But it became clear very quickly - "You won't be charged for anything, Sir" - that this was practice for a rookie copper - a young chap, almost pre-pubescent, in a policeman's uniform.
So I had to go through the usual questions... Have you been drinking tonight, Sir?... Have you been smoking tonight, Sir?... (always an interesting question in these circumstances)...
Then the blow test into a white plastic tube which clocked up all clear.
I have to say the two guys were charming throughout. I've had a moment with a sarcy copper before, but there was none of that, and I guess they clock your number plates and then wait for you to trot out a truthful name and address.
What with stopping a punch-up between two of my bandmates in a club, and seeing one of them drive off in his car at speed leaving his muso equipment behind - always a very gay moment, a muso storm-off - I feel I'm having (seriously) a wonderful, wonderful life.
In truth, I was driving FAR too quickly to get to an Indian restaurant. I just wanted to be on my own and pig out over a curry. Unfortunately, I was clocked.
But it became clear very quickly - "You won't be charged for anything, Sir" - that this was practice for a rookie copper - a young chap, almost pre-pubescent, in a policeman's uniform.
So I had to go through the usual questions... Have you been drinking tonight, Sir?... Have you been smoking tonight, Sir?... (always an interesting question in these circumstances)...
Then the blow test into a white plastic tube which clocked up all clear.
I have to say the two guys were charming throughout. I've had a moment with a sarcy copper before, but there was none of that, and I guess they clock your number plates and then wait for you to trot out a truthful name and address.
What with stopping a punch-up between two of my bandmates in a club, and seeing one of them drive off in his car at speed leaving his muso equipment behind - always a very gay moment, a muso storm-off - I feel I'm having (seriously) a wonderful, wonderful life.
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