“Shut your eyes. Put one foot in front of the other and follow the line until I tell you to stop. Hmm! You’ll have to do better than that, your right foot is a country mile from the line. Careful you don’t fall. Oopsy Daisy!” The policeman made a sign to his colleague to help the drunk rise to his unsteady feet and set him moving again.
“There has to be a better way than this of proving a man has taken a drink too many. When I have a spare minute I’ll have to find a way to measure alcohol on the spot.” The PC had a flair for invention, akin to casting spells. And he invented the gadget known to all addicts of car chasing cop programmes on TV as the breathalyzer.
Blow into this, please ─
keep going, keep going, Sir.
Over the limit.