Yup, unless you act aggressively or awkwardly the police always seam perfectly reasonable where I've lived so far.
a few years back we had a dryer fire, or rather smoulder, called the fire brigade and they cleared the place of smoke, checked everything and showed us what had happened. I was quite a serious collector of deactivated LMGS and Commonwealth small arms then and when they saw them they called up the tiny ( honestly she seamed about 16 and a foot shorter than the rest of us) police women who had been with them. She apologised but said they had to call the fire arms squad to check they were legitimate, policy at that time. Anyhoo they were out on a shout so I had to chat and ply with tea and biscuits this poor girl for about a hour before they came. Lovely chaps, gave a cursory check on the deac certificates, checked a couple of random guns to see if they had been buggered about with and then had a play with them as we talked guns. Both were ex army ( the lass had fled in relief ) and reminisced about the SLR , Sterling and L4. They seamed quite disappointed I didn't have A L7 to play with.
Never been stopped and searched. When I used to hitch as a student one stopped to see if I was OK and after a quick chat apologised that he couldn't give me a lift to a better spot.
I did get a tiny SAK taken from me in a big bunch of keys ( got a cloak ticket to pick it up after ) when going to see Iron Maiden at the Corn Exchange in Stoke. What I'd forgot about, being a bit knackered coming straight from a labouring job was that I still had the fixed pruning knife in a sheath dangling from my belt under my coat. The security blokes missed it completely.
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Tom
a few years back we had a dryer fire, or rather smoulder, called the fire brigade and they cleared the place of smoke, checked everything and showed us what had happened. I was quite a serious collector of deactivated LMGS and Commonwealth small arms then and when they saw them they called up the tiny ( honestly she seamed about 16 and a foot shorter than the rest of us) police women who had been with them. She apologised but said they had to call the fire arms squad to check they were legitimate, policy at that time. Anyhoo they were out on a shout so I had to chat and ply with tea and biscuits this poor girl for about a hour before they came. Lovely chaps, gave a cursory check on the deac certificates, checked a couple of random guns to see if they had been buggered about with and then had a play with them as we talked guns. Both were ex army ( the lass had fled in relief ) and reminisced about the SLR , Sterling and L4. They seamed quite disappointed I didn't have A L7 to play with.
Never been stopped and searched. When I used to hitch as a student one stopped to see if I was OK and after a quick chat apologised that he couldn't give me a lift to a better spot.
I did get a tiny SAK taken from me in a big bunch of keys ( got a cloak ticket to pick it up after ) when going to see Iron Maiden at the Corn Exchange in Stoke. What I'd forgot about, being a bit knackered coming straight from a labouring job was that I still had the fixed pruning knife in a sheath dangling from my belt under my coat. The security blokes missed it completely.
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Tom