Murder Polis as they used to shout in Glasgow. Well they have had the better of me on occasion, but not tonight. Late on, Ards Peninsula, me as designated driver. A regular three of us go for beer, Manchego and Serrano on Sunday. Approaching tight right hander, vague blue twinkling in left hand bushes. My immediate thought was "Panda on it's side through hedge". My passengers declared that it may be an accident marker. We rounded the bend at a very sedate 30 to find the usual carnage. Pulled up very gently and rolled the last 50 yards to the rear of the Panda. Two things surprised me immediately. First was the nasal English whine of the officer who rapidly approached the car. Second was the challenge involving my reckless speed around said bend despite a clear Police warning marker. I remained calm and collected. My voice conveyed logic and reason. My words challenged his competence at having failed to deploy a warning Triangle and/or Police Accident sign as was surely stowed in his Panda. I denied his assertion of speed and reckless behaviour, citing the two passengers as having also signalled that we should slow before rounding the bend into sight. Plod pressed home his accusations, rising to my failure to dissolve in a whimpering puddle. His nose twitched mere inches from my mouth, sniffing for the merest excuse. I turned to my front seat passenger for support, one of Northern Irelands most senior Police officers (1). We drove off seconds later. I believe thats one up to our side :o) (1) you're not surprised are you? 'Hog