I drove down to the village yesterday.
I was stopped by a Ban Garda. But I’m not supposed to say that now. Suffice it to say it was a person in uniform of the apparently female persuasion but there again he could have been a transvestite or she could have had the operation. One just cannot tell these days. Anyway she [?] was young and good looking.
“May I ask were you are going sir?” she asked.
“West Cork” says I. “Am I on the right road?”
Well. okay I didn’t say that as uniforms can have seismic effects on some people and a simple bit of levity can transform a sweet young female into an horrendous gorgon with an urge to arrest people for nothing.
“The shop” says I. After all she had shown deference to my age and had had the civility to assume I was younger than seventy.
She smiled sweetly and waved me on. So far the police state is behaving itself.
Later when I got home I browsed the Interwebs. I came across a piece by Longrider which gave me pause for thought.
If nothing else, it tended to confirm some of my sneaking suspicions.