The policeman was walking through the city centre on a Saturday night. He was on his way back to the station, carrying some stolen property he had recovered. The property in question was a ghetto blaster or boombox or whatever they were called nowadays among the trendy elite who once again were using cassettes.
A large group of young women approached him. Judging by the raucous behaviour and inflatable phallus it was a hen party.
"Wahey!" one of them yelled in his face.
"Gerremoff!" yelled another.
"I'm a real police officer," he protested as the group bundled him into a shop doorway amidst a cavalcade of cackling and fondling.
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