Yup.
I was stopped and searched when busking, and half way through, the copper stops a random passer-by, and gives them the third degree - where they're from, name etc. He lets them go, then goes "He was taking the piss out of me stopping and searching you, so I thought I'd inconvenience him for a while".

However, the ones that dealt with our car crash at new year were friendly, professional and just what we needed in such a scare.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 1 Jun 2010, 11:36, Reply)