The Met’s face recognition van was positioned in Oxford Street this morning, near enough outside Bond Street tube station, facing towards Oxford Street tube exit.
To my immense joy, the Met leapt into action just as I was approaching. Six or so large coppers, nicked a scrote. The bloke, I’d guess in his mid-20’s was foolish enough to decide that he didn’t want to assist the Met with their enquiries then and there and put up a fight. He hit the pavement with a very satisfying crack, whilst the Met’s finest piled in for ‘afters’.
He wasn’t quite so mouthy, after he’d been cuffed, face down, hauled up and led off.
Excellent free entertainment…. . though I do pay their wages.
To my immense joy, the Met leapt into action just as I was approaching. Six or so large coppers, nicked a scrote. The bloke, I’d guess in his mid-20’s was foolish enough to decide that he didn’t want to assist the Met with their enquiries then and there and put up a fight. He hit the pavement with a very satisfying crack, whilst the Met’s finest piled in for ‘afters’.
He wasn’t quite so mouthy, after he’d been cuffed, face down, hauled up and led off.
Excellent free entertainment…. . though I do pay their wages.



. Good old Ukgser!
