SEVEN DAYS OF POLICE TIME

I wanted to avoid mentioning the recent 'Seven Days' reality show set this area, even if it did have "some local historical and psychogeographical relevance" (sorry Tom, it still doesn't make it any good) , for the simple reason that I knew, as soon as I saw a flyer in my letterbox asking for locals to take part in a Reality show set in 'Notting Hill' what it'd be like.
I knew that we could expect the same idealised nonsense version of this area that was portrayed in 'That film' by Richard Curtis, except unlike 'That film', the show would possibly contain the added reality of non white local people.
It was the shows inclusion of a young part time 'Model' who'd only lived round here for a mere four months and considered this area to be nothing more than a drinking age playground to swan about in -with £14 drinks in hand. That said it all as far as I was concerned.
Cynical as I am about the show and its syrupy 'agenda', its not not the reason why I bother to mention it, I only give it any oxygen at all because I saw one of its 'Stars' the day before yesterday on Ladbroke Grove, getting the 'once over' from an excessively large looking number of the local boys in Blue.
They were busy name checking, searching him and dutifully inspecting every item found on him, going through his every pocket, reading writing found on any scraps of paper (presumably in the hope of finding something that may in some way be considered somehow incriminating).
I must say that the Police didn't seem to be acting in a rude and aggressive manner though, but if they were our 'Reality star' was taking it fully on the chin very well indeed, and very generously so, because our 'Star' was acting in an almost convincing 'matey' like manner towards the Police, and the very strained but fixed 'polite' smile he had intruded onto his own poor face was so forced looking that you feared it would set solid if the wind changed.
Noticing the growing crowd of unwanted, passing, nosey oglers, his facial expression took on an extra appearance that suggested his mouth had also forcibly press ganged the rest of his face and forced it to cooperate in the 'smile' under pain of death, while he looked to be whithering inside from embarrassment.
He was all too aware of all the people staring at him while he was getting the 'Sonny Jim' treatment and was so embarrassed and humiliated you could almost smell it over the traffic fumes.
How could the Police act in so callous a way as to stop and search a local, fleeting, TV 'Reality star'? Doing it when and where they knew lots of people would see it happening, How could they?
Out-rageous! a strongly worded letter shall be sent to the Palace forthwith. Oh yes, indeed it will.