I didn’t know why the police pulled me over. I hadn’t been speeding but there could easily have been any number of things wrong with my car.
I gave the officer my best I’ve done nothing wrong kind of smile, all the time thinking: please don’t look at my tyres.
‘What’s your name?’ she said. I told her even though she’d already run my number plate through her computer.
‘Where do you come from?’
‘That’s why we’ve stopped you.’
It says a lot about a town when just the fact that you’re from there means you’re worthy of suspicion.