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“Sorry, which bits are you most proud of again?” asked the world. “Gunning down an unarmed electrician with impunity, beating an innocent bystander to death, dragging aparaplegics out of his wheelchair or kettling harmless crowds for hours before laying into them with baton charges?”
After some deliberation, the world decided that Sir Hugh probably had Mars in mind.
“We could be wrong, though,” it added. “If he means this world, then the last time we had any warm, fluffy thoughts about your police was probably 1950, when ‘The Blue Lamp’ introduced us to the charming, dedicated but entirely fictitious PC Dixon of Dock Green.”
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