31 March 2010
Lager Loving Law Enforcement
Sitting next to me is a policeman; a little fella, not more than 5 foot five and 60 kilos wringing wet.
It's just past ten in the morning and he has two walkie-talkies strapped to his belt. He is steadily working his way through a second beer.
"He likes beer," said one of his friends. "He drinks and drinks, but doesn't get drunk."
The policeman rips the tab of a third can and tops up my glass. I'm a reluctant mid-morning drinker and can see where this is going and so it's time to plan my escape. Soon the beer-drinking bobby rises and disappears and I make my apologies and leave.
As I look back over my shoulder the lager-loving law enforcement officer is returning to the table with two more cans of Anchor. Today, fighting crime is going to take a back seat for this copper, No one is surprised. No one minds.