Last night, between 1800 and 2000, fully dressed and looking good, I visited three fav sites around Preston. At each one the same police land rover turned up. The copper didn't get out of the car, just noted the registration of the cars there. It would be naive to think it was for our benifit, and at the very least I expect a visit from the boys in blue in the event of any incident at these sites. Quite frightening thought, especially as my only "crime" is being a closet queen.
