I Can’t Tell That Policeman From a Dead Baby!

The British police have, it seems, as part of their undercover disguises, been impersonating dead babies, nappies and all.
I can imagine what a pathetic figure they must have cut, tottering through a doorway guarded by heavies and shotguns, into a drinking and gambling den, a dead baby holding a dead cuddly toy.
Maybe they were thinking they could crawl up to the object of their investigations, cooing ‘daddy’ to a man so sozzled they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a dead baby, a policeman, or the offspring they never knew they had.