Ever been stopped by the police, but not stopped?

And just to make this clear. I didn't do anything wrong. I am certain.

maybe he was just motioning you out of his way.

I got stopped on foot once, for burglary. This was back in the long-hair days, mind. The pleasant young officer stopped me in the street, explained that they were looking for a man who'd made off with the contents of a house. Was I him? A quick pocket search confirmed that I had no colour TVs, hi-fis etc in my trousers. Ah, but perhaps I had magic pockets like the computer game? Thankfully they discounted this possibility and let me pleasantly on my way before you could say 'something must be seen to be done'... lovely fellows. Even while theyw ere accusing me of a major crime they were so very polite.

i've seen cops stop at an intersection cos of a red light and seeing that nobody was around in the perpendicular direction, they'd just flip on their lights and cross.

also, i've known a guy who's dad was a cop. for fun the dad would always pull his son over whenever he saw him on the streets make him stop and then drive off laughing....

Oh once maybe. When I was cycling in the wrong direction. The bastard picked me... There were dozens of others doing the same thing. Anyhow my dad was once frisked (?). There was a serial killer on the run. My dad looked exactly like his accomplice. He was stopped, searched but then the cop realized it was a lookalike.

A few times i look suspicous

yeah lots of times when I was a teenager (lots meaning maybe four or five) ... once they drove around the streets with my friend in the car saying 'we have your friend' over a loudspeaker ... I felt so bad I did come out of my hiding place.

In a van with a load of crusties, taking an amp to a rave. We went through Checkpoint Charlie at Bishopsgate where police stand in sentinel boxes post-IRA bombing. They searched us all but did not find the bag o' grass they were looking for. My friend Caroline (the driver) happened to be a diplomat's daughter and her diction went even more crisp and posh than it already was when Officer Cor Blimey questioned her.

I waved down a cop car thinking it was a taxi, first time on LSD. Somehow I managaed to talk my way out of it, though I don't have a clue what I said.

Oh god, I've done while horribly drunk!

It was the first year after I'd moved down from Albany to NYC. I was driving home from a gig with a boyfriend with whom I was engaging in a screaming row (he turned out to be an arse, so I felt justified about the row when we later broke up). As he pulled up at a red light, I looked out and saw a car which looked like a taxi next to us, so I got out of our car in a fit of pique, climbed into the "taxi" and asked (in the plummy Herts tones that return when I've had too much to drink) if they would take me to Queens.

For a few moments, there was shocked silence, as the two "taxi drivers" stared at me, then slowly broke out laughing. As I looked about me, I realised that, while in Albany, taxi cabs were white with blue panels, the only cars that were white with dark panels were panda cop cars. I had just arrested myself.

The police were very nice about it (all Americans are susceptible to English accents) they took me back to my car, and admonished my boyfriend for getting me that drunk (hah!) and for picking a fight with me, but said they'd let us both off, and drove off with instructions to get me home and to bed ASAP. As soon as nasty boyfriend stopped shitting himself with fear, he commenced pissing himself with laughter. I never lived the episode down.