British Transport Plod

I got stuck following a bike plod this evening in a 40
(dual-carriageway). Very dull.

As I got closer I noticed that he was a British Transport Plod (you
know, too thick for the Met). Do they have normal policing powers, or
could I have fucked off at normal speed?

 

I blast past em anyways, they are always in uber shite cars too....

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Nige,

Land Rover 90
Yamaha R1
Range Rover Vogue

 

"BTP officers have the powers and privileges of a Constable beyond their
normal jurisdiction in three specific circumstances:

a.. when asked for assistance by a Constable from local police, Ministry
of Defence Police or the Civil Nuclear Constabulary
b.. if they believe that someone has committed, is committing or is about
to commit an offence, and waiting for a local officer would frustrate the
interests of justice
c.. to save life or prevent injury.
These powers for BTP officers can only be exercised by officers in uniform
or with documentary evidence of their status (i.e. their warrant card), and
only if waiting for a local officer to arrive is not a feasible option."

So if you piss him off he can spoil your day.

 

ITYM too old for the met - BTP is where regular plod go after retirement
(assuming they're not on the Costa del Sol buying villas with their
backhanders) to double up that generous pension.

 

Or Be There Presently as they are known at work.

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Hog

Ah. Just as well I waited until he didn't want to filter, then.

Ta.

 

Concurrent inspiration and expiration?

 

Didgeridoo players?




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Hmm. I suspect cheeks rather than lungs are involved.