Hold Tight! - Flic storys
Chapter 6
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Hold Tight!
Chapter 6
35 Fans
36 Smash hits
37 New money
38 Eastleigh
39 Tight squeeze
40 Romsey
41 Hythe
42 Holy city
43 Docks tours
44 Fawley & Calshot
45 Kids and animals
46 Hot stuff
47 Police, stop
48 Flic storys
49 Specials
50 Just sack me!
51 Machine wars
52 Not funny
53 Borrowing
54 Demon drink
55 One for the road
56 Disputes
1 Beginnings
2 Learning
3 Getting Away
4 Winchester
5 Freedom
6 Southampton
7 City Transport
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Travelling frequently, young, alone and not behaving like a typical tourist can lead to trouble.
Crossing the road against a red light with other people in the middle of Luzern I got stopped. As soon as the policeman discovered I was English he tells me all about his holiday in Devon a couple of years earlier. And other people continued to cross against the signal! At least he let me off.
I have no idea how many times I had walked along the Boulevard de Strasbourg in Le Havre. Early one Sunday morning, with hardly any traffic, I stepped off the kerb against a red light. Not just any red light, the one by the Sous Préfecture, with two police officers watching me. No point in going back, they stepped forward ready to book me. The conversation went something like "Vous connaissez le Code de la Route?" (well, yes, I did but ...), "Sorry, I don't understand", "Le Code de la Route, vous le connaissez?", "Sorry?", (turning to his colleague) "Vous parlez anglais?", "Non", (to me) "Passez!". Good job neither of them spotted that I was holding a French newspaper! I had completely forgotton about it.
Les devoirs des piétons

Respecter les feux, spécialement ceux qui sont destinés aux piétons.

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Another trip, another trip-up. Having checked out of my hotel in Mulhouse and planning to catch a train to Lille in the early hours of the next morning, I took my suitcase to the station. I was going to spend the day in Switzerland then catch a train back that night. The station, like many, had separate arrival and departure halls. I put my case in a locker on the arrivals side intending to come from one train, collect the case and go back to the platform.
I came back earlier than I had expected and went into the town for a drink. Returning to the station just after one in the morning, I entered via the arrivals door and retrieved my case. The lockers were right next to the police office, where I spent the next thirty minutes standing while three officers puzzled over my ridiculous story. They ate their sandwiches and read the paper. Finally, they let me go just minutes before my train left.
Flic Story: a novel by Roger Borniche, published by Fayard in 1973
made into a 1975 film starring Alain Delon and Jean-Louis Trintignant
Un flic is a cop.
And yes, I know that in English the plural of story is stories.    
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