Walking through the Saturday market in our small and peaceful rural town, I was brought up short by the sight of a burly copper – togged out in bullet proof vest and packing a taser.
For goodness sake, was he expecting an ISIS waving fanatic to jump out of the cabbages on the veg stall? Or a mad axeman to leap out from the lingerie stall? It was bad enough he was standing around, scaring all the children and old grannies.
Is this really necessary?