Sunday, 19 June 2011
Police Crime and 999
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Friday, 10 June 2011
The Greasy Pole
The two major problems I have that stopped me is that I failed the Part 1 Ospre, twice, although by a small margin but a miss is as good as a mile.
Secondly, I don't know when to shut up. I will openly state to Senior Officers that something is not right when it blatantly is not right.
Putting it bluntly, I'm a coppers copper. I don't take crap from anyone and I enjoy working on the factory floor getting my hands dirty.
However, I have massive respect for my Senior Officers. I may not like some of them but I respect them nonetheless. I know that they have made it through the ranks and have stood where I stood and have seen what I have seen.
This gives me faith in the people in charge that they, ultimately, know what they are doing.
They can safely make the big decisions at murder scenes, fatalities, major incidents etc. because they have been to these incidents themselves over the years and have built up a wealth of experience and knowledge as they progressed through the ranks.
Which amazes me that the "Flagship" police force of the country, The Metropolitan Police, is toying with the idea of "Rank Skipping"
It amazes me that at a time of budget cuts and restraints that are going to affect every rank and file officer that they want to insult the officers even more.
How can anyone who has served from a recruit, only 12 months as a PC and given intense training then fast tracked to Inspector in another 12 months then expect to become a good copper earning the respect from others "below" ?
How can I trust an officer with only 2 years "police service" much of it class room based to come out as an Inspector then make the right decisions at incidents?
This officer would have had no experience in policing what so ever and just because they may have some fancy degree in policing or been a manager for a large company, why would that mean they would be good coppers?
If you or I were to go to a company like Hovis and apply to become "senior baker" (hypothetically) they would not even give your application a second glance if you have never baked a loaf of bread before!
I still cannot see you being taken seriously if you then went on to add that you spent 12 months reading cook books and occasionally kneaded some dough.
The bakers around them would lose respect for their immediate supervisor as they would expect, when a problem arose that the senior baker would know what to do, due to their valuable experience gained in the ranks below with years of bread making at their finger tips.
The person may know how to manage people effectively and may actually be great at managing budgets but dealing with the real stuff that comes to policing, well, it's not enough to just have read some books on it once.
I really hope that the Met decide against this little venture. It's going to be a huge waste of money to train these officers to be Inspectors and have them fall at the first hurdle.
Some may crack under the strain of being thrown in charge of a murder scene as they have not built on the experience of same or similar incidents before.
It will be a shame to see these people ridiculed by their own and the public when they find out they only have a couple of years in and they are supposed to be in charge.
What about the officers who are making their way up the traditional way, only to see some whipper snapper who was in charge of DFS last year suddenly take the promotion over them?
What if, the Commissioner was suddenly ousted by someone who was once in charge of Lloyds TSB?
Would he like it?
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Friday, 3 June 2011
Sucking Eggs
After reading the excellent article in Police Review w/e 3rd June 2011 by Hollie Clemence entitled “Officers urged to ‘look and feel’ cheerful” she reports that ACPO is drafting an Olympic 'Look and Feel' strategy document which they claim will provide a 'consistent message' on how officers on mutual aid during the games are maintaining the 'highest of standards'.
Summarising, it is basically telling officers working during the Olympics how to dress, how to talk and even to remember to smile.
ACPO have also stated that every officer must be trained in the fine art of egg sucking and will be trained to NVQ level although cut backs mean that you will need to provide your own eggs during the 12 week course.
Alright, I made that last bit up, but really, are they serious?!
First of all, exactly how much money are they wasting on this ridiculous and quite frankly insulting report?
Secondly, just exactly who do ACPO think they are?
Not only are they insulting the very officers their thousands of pounds trained and the vast majority have years of experience but instead of backing us up with the ongoing dispute with the government they are basically telling us to just “grin and bear it”
What with the Winsor Report pay and conditions biting into its first year by the time the Olympics come along many officers working the long tiring hours are not going to be wanted to told to “smile and be nice”
What ACPO need to realise is that police officers will continue to do the job we were employed for. It's the job we joined for and want to do.
So please, don't insult our professionalism. We don't need to be told how to dress and how to smile. We do this every day and don't need expensive reports to be reminded how to do it.
What I will ask is for you to declare how much this farce of a report cost and why the money wasn't better used for something more worthwhile, or better still, saved.
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Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Your Attention Please!
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Saturday, 28 May 2011
Tourist Information
I got so fed up with it in the end that I moved three feet to the left and one tourist actually asked me:
"What time do you re-open?"
I love tourists and I love playing games with them. I love to strengthen my Cockney accent and watch them struggle to understand as I rattle off directions, especially if I throw in the occasional rhyming slang word here and there.
I love when I can joke with them, Americans usually have the best sense of humour when it comes to tourists and appreciate a good laugh, especially if you're gently taking the piss out of them too!
I cannot count the number of times I've had tears rolling down my eyes with laughter when I've given strange answers to questions like:
"Where's Covent Garden?"
"Just down the road there, but you better hurry as they cut the grass at 2pm"
or
"Where's Buckingham Palace?"
"Down the end of this road but you better be quick as they change the guard at 2pm and it's the public turn to have a go"
or
"Is that the building where they film James Bond?" (pointing out Vauxhall Cross MI6)
"I can't tell you that it's a secret and it's really not actually there, if you look in your A-Z you'll see it don't exist."
I've had some real corkers for questions over the years, some I've forgotten but here are some that'll never go away:
"Sir, what time is the 2pm bus tour?
"Where do I get the bus for the walking tour?"
"Where do I hail a taxi?" (whilst stood in a packed taxi rank)
"Can you tell me where Big Ben is please?" "Yes, it's over my left shoulder"
I have been known to answer with "Sorry, but he's out with Little Pete at the moment"
One American Tourist asked where Big Ben was and when I pointed out it was behind her and she replied
"That's it?! That's more like a pocket watch!"
I asked her if she had any clock towers bigger in the States and she replied:
"Yes, The Statue of Liberty!"
Here are some more
"Where it says 'train tickets' is that where I can get my train ticket?"
also
"Where it says 'Theatre Tickets' can I buy a train ticket from there?"
"My English cousin lives in London, his name is John, do you know him?"
"Can you tell me how to get to London?" "errrr you're already in it" "Yeah, but the part I need to get to"
"Why was Buckingham Palace built next to such a busy road?"
"Is that the same moon we have at home?"
"Who's that on top of Nelson's Column?"
"What kind of money do you use here?" I usually reply with "Monkey bones"
Whilst in Central London "How far is it to walk to the Lake District?"
Pointing to the Union Flag: "Gee that's a neat flag, does it come in other colours?"
"Can you tell me what acts are performing today at Piccadilly Circus and are there real elephants?"
and my personal favourite:
"Can you tell me what time does London close?"
I would love to hear some of yours!
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Wednesday, 18 May 2011
Ain't Misbehavin'
Take the other day. I had cause to speak to a 14 year old boy who was my height and build (I'm five feet eleven when the wind blows South and consider myself as medium to stocky build)
Here was mouthy, "larging" it up in front of his mates thinking he was clever mouthing off to two coppers who have had a hard time policing quite an intense football match.
He didn't know when to shut up. It was trap trap trap, swear swear swear the whole time. He was told several times to walk away and stop being a twat but no, he continued whilst he mates watched.
After several warnings of his impending doom, he still wouldn't leave or shut up, so enough was enough. I nicked him for section five public order abusive words and behaviour. That's when the fun started. After seeing that now he wasn't going to get home as previously planned he decided to kick off and put up a considerable struggle which resulted in him being taking to the floor (Home Office approved technique of course) and cuffed to the rear.
The ride in the van gave him perspex bravery he continued his tirade of abuse until we arrived at the nick where a welcoming committee soon shut him up the second the van doors were open.
Now remember, I said this lad was 14. This was the sort of behaviour I expected from someone who had been drinking or is an habitual offender.
His parents were too far away to be brought down to act as appropriate adults as they were over 200 miles North of our location and no trains were running South, also, they claimed they didn't have a car (or so they said)
An appropriate adult and Social Services eventually turned up and it transpired in interview and through discussions with his parents over the phone that the lad has ADHD or Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
Why should I not be surprised?!
I'm sorry but it seems to me that every kid I deal with these days has some sort of attention seeking disorder!
Now, I don't know if these disorders are being found more these days because of advances in science and understanding psychology or is it just some excuse that every parent, teacher and Social Services of these kids seem to use to take away the blame for the kids behaviour from themselves and the child.
Instead of tackling the route problem of why this kid is behaving like a prize prick, lets wrap him up in cotton wool and say it's not your fault, you have a disorder and it's someone else's fault, not yours why you're like this.
We will blame society ills for why you've developed this so that way, you won't feel targeted for your wrong doings.
When I was a kid, children like these were given a clip round the ear and told to pack it in and go to bed without their dinner.
You can't do that now as the pink and fluffy left wing group will insist that you assaulted a child and neglected it food.
"He's bored!" is the excuse I usually hear.
"He's completed "Call of Duty Modern Warfare" so he's got nothing else to do so he burned down the garage to see if car petrol tanks really do explode like in the computer game"
"He's just misunderstood!"
The problem lies in the fact that kids do not socialise properly these days, Facebook, Twitter, PSN, X-Box Live, text messaging seem to be the way these kids communicate. They don't talk any more. Humans are meant to talk face to face and get out and about.
The kid next door to me, it is claimed by his parents has ADHD. Now to me, he's a loud foul mouthed little git and he's 9 years old.
I've never seen behaviour like it and hear language so foul from a kid so young.
To hear his parents discipline him is a joke. When he swears, they just call out his name and say "Stop swearing" That is all. So, as no real punishment has been given, he continues. If he's loud, they ask him to be quiet, again, no real threat, he continues.
What is he learning? Nothing apart from he has no boundaries and can get away with what he wants. So does he really have ADHD? Or is he just not being disciplined properly?
Now when he started swearing at my 3 year old daughter and her friends which I overheard, he soon stopped when I told him in Gene Hunt style, that I would step on and smash up all his toys if I ever heard him call my daughter a "fucking cunt" again.
Guess what? He stopped! I told his parents for which I received a grateful apology but shook my head when they said in a soft tone to their son "Oh, I do wish you would stop swearing"
Kids crave and need boundaries, even from an early age they test, test, test and will push you to see how far they can go. You only have to watch my three year old and eight month old daughters to see that.
When they realise they cannot get what they want, they will back down after trying several times to get it. That's where persistence and patience pays off.
Discipline begins at home and then at school but thanks to pressure groups certain powers to discipline have been outlawed or frowned upon. Now, I'm not saying you should beat kids black and blue, never in a million years would I ever condone that. But if you're one of these parents who use the "I'm going to count to five" method. Please have something to punish them at the end of it!
By the way, the lad was given a final warning. I expect a colleague from a constabulary some where up North to be meeting him real soon.
Now, I'm probably going to get slaughtered for saying some of these things but these are my opinions only. If you don't like them, there's the red "X" in the top right corner or feel free to comment as I'm totally open to constructive criticism.
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Tuesday, 3 May 2011
A Close Call
I've been quite busy with work too but nothing to write home about, just all work and no play making me a dull Response Plod.
Then came last Thursday morning. An event which a split second either way could have abruptly altered my life with brutal consequences.
I was travelling back from a night shift after leaving my high speed train from central London behind, I walked to my car in the beautiful 7am sunshine knowing I was going to be off for four days. Everything in the world looked good and tiredness was far behind.
Off I set for the 20 minute drive which takes me through the Dartford Tunnel. Yes, dear readers, I live in the Essex area, I will tell you that much.
For those that know the area, I was approaching Junction 1a which is the last exit before the toll booths to take me from Kent to Essex soil. I was in lane 2 of 4 and ahead in lane 1 were three articulated lorries all close together.
My driver training took over, I held back, checked my off-side and made sure lane 3 was clear in case one of these behemoths attempted to overtake the other.
One pealed off and went up the slip for 1a and I made my approach to the toll booths.
That was when I heard the most awful loud scraping and crashing sound. I turned my radio down and could still hear it, getting louder all the time. I looked right, nothing.
Then I looked left and saw all hell literally breaking loose. One of the articulated lorries had some how jack-knifed and the trailer was tipping its load
....straight into my direction.
Out of my left window all I could see were large, long lengths of metal tumbling towards my car.
Instinct took over, I braked hard and yanked the wheel hard right, confident that I knew nothing was there from my check only seconds before.
The first length of metal crashed down right where I had been a split second earlier and rolled backwards before sliding to a stop. An unfortunate driver behind hitting it.
I turned the wheel again as yet another piece fell and landed right where I should have been.
Thankfully I managed to steer past both pieces. I checked my mirror before I stopped. The carriage way was littered with metal.
I managed to avoid being crushed by a 40 ton load of metal which by rights should have landed on my car.
One split second decision probably saved my life or saved me from serious injury.
Thankfully, more by pure luck, no one was seriously injured. Although the M25 was knackered for the whole day after that.
Normally I'm on autopilot straight after a night shift. Thankfully because the sun was shining it gave me a little boost and I was a tad more alert than usual.
It just goes to show that despite doing a dangerous job, the real danger is in the returning home from work.
We concentrate so hard in not getting hurt whilst at work, especially when driving on blues and twos that we tend to switch off and take a back seat when coming home. We relax and think of what we want to do when we get home and usually after a night shift when we are especially tired, is sleep.
They say your life flashes past you before you're about to die, for me, everything just slowed down. It reminded me of the film, The Matrix.
I got into that car to set off for home and remember every little detail of it, the smells, the glint of the sun on the paintwork which I said I would clean over the weekend (and didn't) I remembered saying "bye" to my colleagues and strolled off confident that I would see them again after my rest days. I remembered the plans my wife and I had with our two young daughters for my days off.
......Who would have thought that just one second could have stopped all of that?