Methinks I can hear the death knell for Soho
PC Plod quite blatantly and cheerfully told us to get out, or let him bring in a traffic warden to book us (me, my lad and Howard)
When I asked if he was moving the car from the doubles opposite us, he grinned and said, "no its just bikers we're prejudiced against"
You (as in ALL bikers) have caused so much mayhem with your tyre burning antics that we WILL get rid of you once and for all
Glad that we had arrived early (1700) after a bit of sightseeing. At least we had finished our drinks before he moved in.