...shouldn't they be fighting crime or something?
Just because I'm a minor royal (The 8th Earl of Tabora Barangay and Dagiti Igid ti Karayan Vice-versa) doesn't mean I needed the two police escorts sent to cycle with me back to The Mansion.
Please, fine me £30 for cycling without a front light instead of letting me off with a mere caution. What would the civilians say if they got word that I was given special treatment?
Sure, I had a glass or two of Château Calon-Ségur but I'm hardly tipsy. "For your safety" said Police escort Number 1. Hello, I'm 12.7% Ching-chong chink, that's enough Kung Fu in my veins to allow me to defend myself with nary a scratch.
But they insisted. I guess it must be a slow crime night.
Incidentally, if this happened in my beloved Pelepens, I would NOT, under any circumstances, trust Filipino policemen who magically appear at night with an offer of 'assistance'. Avoid like the plague most especially those with fat bellies. Seriously, how the fuck can fat Filipino policemen catch anything when they can't even catch their breath?
Well, at least fat Filipino policemen are useful for making an impermeable barricade. There is a reason why we don't have mounted police. Carrying those bellies would be extreme cruelty to the horse. (Photo by Sidney Snoeck). On second thought, since our police force is severely underfunded, maybe those pork bellies are actually substitutes for Kevlar vests. Ay, di ko naisip yon ah. Wa-is talaga ang Pinoy, magaling mag-emprobays.