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Friday, 31 August 2007


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"ensure that the police do something on their behalf": those were the days.

"Now then, Sir, we don't want any trouble, do we? So just move along!"

Edinburgh bobby to me and undergraduate friends "Very tuneful, gentlemen, but it is the Royal Infirmary you're passing. Pipe down."

Another one. Cambridge detective sergeant: "What sort of accent did he have?" Me: "The usual Southeast of England whine." When I came to sign my statement, it read "He had what I took to be a local accent."

I had no idea, 'DM', that you had such experience, shall we say rather than 'a record', with the police!

That second one should have had a job with Foreign Office.

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