The Aston Martin guide to towing

This is a new level of flustered, bordering on stark, hot, sweaty panic. While cruising through Casino Square in Monaco towing a trailer, a policeman has noticed my bizarre little combination vehicle and run towards me frantically windmilling his arms. Feeling a little pressured by the situation - and subject to the total and utter unfounded guilt I always feel when faced with a Person of Authority - I have... ignored him. Driven smartly past. He has leaped unceremoniously out of the way as I ploughed off down a tiny one-way street, a street with cars parked haphazardly on either side, and up to a junction.