The angry policeman: the lesser-known of the two works
I was just on the receiving end of some rather nasty behaviour on the part of a policeman. Here’s the story.
I was driving south down Albert Embankment in my Streetcar, my three-year-old daughter in the diagonally-opposite seat. A police car came out of nowhere from behind, neither sirens nor blue lights alerting me to his presence, and cut me up big time on the inside—to such a degree as to force me to brake. My immediate reaction was to raise my hands inside the car, in a “WTF?” kind of way. There were no fingers, either one or two.
The police car pulled into the 24/7 bus lane to the left and slowed, and I drove past. He then rejoined my lane and proceeded to tailgate me all the way down the rest of Albert Embankment. I stopped when the green light turned to amber outside MI5—much to his annoyance I guess, given his blatant disregard for the law thus far. He pulled up close behind me in the same lane, while a black guy pulled up beside me on the inside. The guy to my left informed me through our respective open windows that the police car was following me, which suggested something more sinister than I guess it was. We talked for a while, the guy, unprompted by me, expressing similar views with respect to the policeman’s cutting me up.
The lights turned green and away we went. The black guy and I continued round to the left at Vauxhall under the railway bridge, but came to a standstill next to one another owing to traffic, mainly because of an unwieldy bendy-bus up ahead. The police car was initially behind the other chap, but pulled out to his left into the Brighton-bound lanes, and stopped next to us both, despite the policeman being completely unimpeded by traffic in his newly-chosen lane—much to the silent annoyance of those beginning to queue up behind him.
In his flak-jacket, he started a conversation with the other chap, again through open windows. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but the hand signals were sufficient to make out that the policeman was questioning what the guy had been talking about with me. I tried to stay behind once the traffic started moving, but felt that doing so would have given him a reason to pull me to one side—there not having been one previously. So I pulled away, leaving the innocent chap talking to the less-than-innocent policeman.
The entire incident, if that’s what you would call it, seemed to be provoked my an angry policeman who was out for a fight. I only wish I’d captured his car’s details. Maybe an FOI request could release some CCTV footage.