I was you know.
Just a few minutes ago.
I am grabbed on the arm from behind by a copper. He’d half-inched some kids down the road for smoking dope (truly The Crime of the Century!) and he sees me making off from the scene (aka walking home from the Co-op) and apparently he had called after me and I didn’t stop ( I get that – I was composing my previous post in my head – I hope entirely in my head!) so he ran after me and grabbed me and asked what I was smoking.
Nothing but harmless tobacco officer!
Anyway it is nice that your dear blogger, despite being nearly 37, gets mistaken for hanging with kids that couldn’t get served in the offie. I could show that Gok Wan a thing or two.
Frankly, I put it down to my Hawaiian dress. Well, not exactly. The shirt is Japanese/Indonesian and the shorts are Floridian. The shorts only cost me $20. A well spent note because they have caused moral outrage on at least two continents. My wife doesn’t allow me to wear the shorts with the other shirt I bought on Key West. She is wise. The combo would rip the spacetime continuum a new arsehole or something. Yes, I do look like I say and I am seriously considering getting a Flying Tiger on the back of my battered leather jacket. My look is moderately depraved Sabre pilot.
I’d only gone out to buy a 35p packet of paracetamol.