I had no choice but to cycle there - public transport would have taken too long and I'm not sure a cab would have been much quicker. Well, I could have disappeared into the gents at the hospital I suppose but standing in a bog at some run-down south London hospital, bashing the bishop, didn't...
I was given an hour but had to get to the hospital six miles away. So, I set off on the bike with the container in my pocket, cycling like a maniac through the streets of south London. I made it in time though. And, yes, my count was normal.
Don't know what I'd have said if a copper had stopped...