In my, happily very occasional, dealings with police officers,

[SWv2]

It is what we call in the trade a 'cherished number', s. And it is indeed cherished. It was a gift to me from my father on my 21st birthday. It's a lovely number plate. I always have it on my special occasion car. It's a sort of tradition.

Your old man gave you a number plate?

I would have clubbed him round the fúcking head with it.

[Sir C]

Your old man gave you a number plate?

I would have clubbed him round the fúcking head with it.

That is because you are a savage, sw. But you can't help that. It will take 2,000 years of education to civilise your sort.

[Sir C]

And it has the letters 'VD' in it. :snigger:

There used to be lots of jokes about VD when we were younger, didn't there? The acronym STI just isn't as funny.

I certainly didn't find anything funny about STI when I saw your mum's results from the clinic

[IUFG]

And it has the letters 'VD' in it. :snigger:

There used to be lots of jokes about VD when we were younger, didn't there? The acronym STI just isn't as funny.

They even stick it on Subarus nowadays.
Not that they'll be any new ones sold in the UK any longer . . .

[Burney]

I certainly didn't find anything funny about STI when I saw your mum's results from the clinic

It's true, though, isn't it? They change all the amusing medical terms. Like 'spastic'. 'Spastic' is funny. Saying 'You're a spastic' is amusing. Saying 'You have cerebral palsy' sounds like a diagnosis.

[Viva Prat Vegas]

We used to have a toilet at school with a sign on the door which said "Invalids"

[Sir C]

It's true, though, isn't it? They change all the amusing medical terms. Like 'spastic'. 'Spastic' is funny. Saying 'You're a spastic' is amusing. Saying 'You have cerebral palsy' sounds like a diagnosis.

'VD' isn't funny per se, though. Not like clap, pox or dose.

[Burney]

'VD' isn't funny per se, though. Not like clap, pox or dose.

Or 'crotchrot'

[Sir C]

Or 'crotchrot'

Or 'cauliflower-like warts up and down my fúcking shaft, man!'

[PSRB]

they are invariably polite and respectful. Perhaps not supremely intelligent, but then why would an intelligent person choose such a profession? (I speak not of specialist officers such as Morse, Lewis and Hathaway, of course.)

One chap stopped me in my car recently, apologised profusely for doing so, but claimed that his 'system' told him that my car was uninsured. "Obviously," he said, "it must be a mistake," but he was obliged to check. When I reassured him that I did have the requisite insurance cover, he apologised once more and invited me to get on with my day.

As I drovbe off he saluted.

One suspects that if one is polite but firm when dealing with the constabulary, they, like dogs, understand their social position and treat one accordingly.

Ended up buying a 15 plate A5 S Line Sportback 2.0 TDI, I expect to be told that was a poor choice but I'm really rather liking it.