(The locks that everyone bar me wants to contain)
A police car had to wait for me in my Newtown street last week because its very dimensions (the street's that is) dictate vehicles can only travel through it one by one.
I had to cycle over the stop line and through the junction before the policeman could make his move, and when I did finally draw up alongside him, he immediately motioned to me to pull over ...
... here's how our conversation went:
"Why do you think I've pulled you over?"
"Ummmm - ahhhhh - errrr."
"Come on, why do you think?"
"Ummm ... I rolled over the stop line?"
"Well no, but yes you did so thank you for pointing that out! Why else?
"Ummm ... "
"Come on ... something to do with your hair."
"Ahhh ... I'm not wearing a helmet!"
"Yes ... well done ... and why not."
From which point I proceeded to tell him a little bit about me and my campaign for helmet law revocation, and how I believed that helmet law had been more trouble than it was ever worth over the past 20 years.
Seemingly intrigued, he mentioned that he often noticed me cycling around Newtown and that he'd been meaning to stop me re my lack of helmet but to date he had been too busy (well hello, no surprises there - this is Newtown!).
But now he had, and magnificent as my hair was, the policeman told me that it needed to be helmeted otherwise he'd probably end up booking me sometime soon ...
... hmmmm, I haven't been to Newtown Court before ... and coffee breaks could be especially good with Black Star Pastry right opposite!
We could lose 95 percent of the journalists
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