Reader John from the seedier west side of the Millionaires' Playground writes:
At 0330 this morning I was awoken from my stupor by car doors being opened and closed, and a man and woman chatting. Looking out of the window, I saw a police car and two officers checking the front and back of my car and others along the street. After my car and others being keyed and broken into of late, I thought it wise to enquire what was occurring.
Donning my dressing gown and slippers, I went outside and asked the officers what the issue was. 'That car has an illegal number plate and we are giving it a ticket,' came the response.
I did ask the officer if he was joking, to which he replied he wasn't.
Well John, you wouldn't expect them to be doing something useful like catching the vandals who've been spraying cars in Ramsgate and Broadstairs with paint stripper, would you? No, they're stuffing their faces in pie shops and fiddling with their Blackberries all day, followed by a spot of light ticketing in the wee small hours to earn the overtime to pay for the pies!