I was coming back from Brisbane yesterday morning around 9am and I was heading through Annerley, when all of a sudden this leather clad Polis walked out in front of me and directed me to stop at this checkpoint. It was a bit chilly by Queensland standards and all six Polis had their wee flat caps and leather jackets on, at first glance they could have been mistaken for the Village People.

The short arsed one among them directed me to stop over to the left and then proceeded to introduce himself. All very civilised. I couldn’t understand a word he said really, no idea what “Cunstable” short arse said.

He had a full black beard that covered most of his face and the rest was taken up by a large pair of shades, similar to the ones that Zaphod Beeblbrox wore.
With IPad in hand we got the interrogation started.
This your car? Yes
Did I know it was illegal to have my phone stuck to the windscreen under the rear view mirror? No
Well it is because it obscures your view.
I disagreed with him and said that it was safer there than being attached adjacent to the A Pillar because there is less chance of it being stolen if you have your window open and are parked or stopped at lights and secondly if it falls from the mount it won’t fall further than the car floor.
No, I’m completely wrong in my assumption.
I mentioned that it’s habit, because when I travel in the UK phone theft is rife and this makes things safer.
We are not in the UK.
Do you have your drivers license on you? Yes
He took my license and then went for a walk around the car.
He checked all four tyres, much to his disappointment they are new and even although the Olde Ford is 28 years old, she is in very good nick for her age.
After what seemed like a lifetime he makes his way back to the drivers door and asks me, “When did I get my Australian licence?” I said, “1988”
He then asks, “Have you had an infraction with the police in all that time?”
“I don’t recall, no”

I think this threw him somewhat as he kept his eyes peeled on the IPad, well I guess they were ’cause I couldn’t see passed his massive shades.
After another few minutes it was time to do a breath test and of course that was zero, haven’t had a drink in weeks.

With a saddened look on his wee face he bade me farewell, his body language telling a story and so I buzzed the window back up and headed on my merry way.













