Bagpipes strike right note with traffic cops

WhAT an honour to be invited to play bagpipes at a pal’s wedding in Switzerland in the 1960s. My brother offered to drive me to Glasgow airport, but on the way we were involved in a collision and our car ended up upside down in the middle of the road. fortunately, we were unhurt. The police arrived and I told them I needed to get to the airport in time for my flight. A burly police sergeant pointed out the road tax was out of date by three months — and then, without a word, he stuffed the offending paperwork into my top pocket. he and his colleague bundled me, my suitcase and bagpipes into the back of the police Land rover and sped me the 20 miles to the airport, escorted me to the check-in, made sure I was safely on my way and wished me luck. Cheaper and much better than a taxi — how’s that for good, old-fashioned policing?