A young Polis lass had me out the Chinese a couple of Saturday nights ago and took me to the back of my car, half parked on the pavement on double yellow lines at eleven o'clock at night. She pointed to my rear number plate and insisted I cleaned it. It was illegible with the mud so I opened the boot and took out a rag. When it was clean she was happy and went on to tell me it was best to show my number plate rather than get pulled by a traffic car, get a producer and a free go at blowing in the machine. She wasn't bothered about me parking half on the pavement half on yellow lines at that time of night but not all her colleagues would take that view. She then said she hoped I would enjoy my curry and left me so I could go and pick up my takeaway.
Now if they all had an attitude like that they would get a good bit more cooperation.