... so this young policeman ...

... and a sergeant carrying a clip board were walking down the road.

Oi - you - the young policeman said.

What me? - I asked

Yes - you're coming with me.

But ...

He grabbed hold of me by the arm.

Hey - I said

Come along Sir - he said.

My arm was now twisted and going up my back.

I must protest - I said - arghh.

There's no need to resist - Sir.

He started to push me.

I tried to hold my ground.

Push

I sort of shoved back

Arghhhh - I started to move backwards.

The policeman now had me in a strong grip. I couldn't resist and he slowly guided me across the pedestrian crossing.

When we got to the other side he released his grip a little.

How was that sergeant? - he called out.

The sergeant looked up from the notes he was making on the clip board.

Good - he beamed - and what are you going to do next?

Erm - oh yes - I know.

The policeman released my arm. He smiled at me.

Then he pulled back his sleeve.

I flinched back - tensing for the blow.

He looked at and then down at his wrist.

The time is now three thirty in the afternoon precisely - he said.

He looked over the the sergeant - Is that alright?

Yes - said the sergeant - who then pulled out a pencil and started making marks - helped a member of the public across the road - check - told time to member of public - check - right - that's the customer service training nonsense out of the way - lets go back to the station and have a lovely cup of tea - then we can meet some proper villains tomorrow.

He looked across at me and smiled

Thank you very much Sir - he said - You've been a great help.

I was stunned. I stood on the other side of the road and waited for them to walk off and turn round the corner - before I dared cross the road again and continue on my way home.