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Dame Cressida’s finest

February 4, 2022

A WHILE ago, cycling home after a shift on Mail Online, I stopped for a pint at the Old City Arms on Hammersmith Bridge.

I used to drink there as a youth and didn’t realise it was now a CID boozer.

I got chatting to a group of very blokeish men who were obviously in ‘the job’. (A friend was in the Murder Squad, I was best man at his first wedding, drank with his friends, so I’ve got an ear for their sort of dialogue.)

Anyway, these cops went nuts when I innocently mentioned that I was a journalist.

I got attacked in the toilet of the pub. Threatened. They followed me outside and threatened me.

Finally, a female detective came out and said I would be ‘all right’ if I left immediately. As if I was guilty of an offence!

This is Cressida Dick’s Met Police.

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