'Does that pterodactyl belong to you, sir?' the young police office enquired.
Hugh shook his head. Did he look like the type of person who'd take a prehistoric flying reptile to Sainsbury's on Saturday?
'I'm going to have to give you a fixed penalty, sir,' the officer continued, pulling a book of tickets from his pocket with a flourish.
'But I said it wasn't mine.' Hugh protested.
'It's wearing a t-shirt with your face on it, sir. How do you explain that?'
'Coincidence?'
'That'll be £120 - how would you like to pay?'
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