Monthly Archive for May, 2007

Mythbusters: blues ‘n’ twos & teabreaks

written by Bitseach from Another bloody grumpy copper

Popular misconceptions of policing: when a police car goes through a red traffic light on blue lights and 2-tone "audible warning signal" only to stop both immediately upon getting to the other side of the junction, the officers within that car are late for their dinners, and are just trying to make better progress towards the holy kebab.
Truth: when a call comes through on the radio, different units volunteer for that call if they are free, often several units per call, especially if it is an "I" call (I="immediate", ie get there quickly - someone is in danger or some offence is in progress and there is a realistic chance of doing some good by getting there asap). This is called "putting up" for a call. The radio controller assigns the several units and whoever gets there first assesses whether other units (officers OR cars are counted as "units") are still needed to attend. The radio communication might go, "Cancel any further to Letsbe Avenue", "Full cancellation" or, occasionally, the slightly less professional addition, "it's L.O.B."*
The marked police unit, now having no need or justification for speeding through junctions, treating red traffic lights as Give Way, proceed-with-caution signs any more, cancels the blue lights and 2-tones and reduces to the regular level of speed and driving proficiency of the rest of the driving public (ie probably too fast, on their mobiles, no seat-belts and up the car in front's bum-hole).
And if there happens to be a nice cup of tea and a kebab at the end of that journey, all's well and good, but the officers you've just slagged off were probably diverting from the highlight of the day - REFS! - in order to take the emergency call in the first place, so leave them alone! Grr...
* LOB = silliness, inconsequential trifle.

The original post can be found http://anotherbloodygrumpycopper.blogspot.com/2007/05/mythbusters-blues-n-twos-teabreaks.html

How old do you feel?

written by Stan Still from You're nicked!

The other day, a thought crossed my mind that made me realise how time is passing.

In a few years time, I will have been in this job longer than some of the people who are joining have been alive.

That makes me feel old!

The original post can be found http://yornicked.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-old-do-you-feel.html

Doctor Who the legal rep

written by Stan Still from You're nicked!

OK - I admit it. The title of this post is a blatant attempt to increase the likelihood of a hit from a search engine, but I think it is justified.

The next paragraph will also contain a couple of references that will generate a few links from Google.

For the benefit of those of you out there who read this blog who may at some point in the future find themselves in police custody. Can I point out to you that no police force in this country has possession of a Tardis type police box? Nor when you go into custody will it resemble the transporter room from the Starship Enterprise.

The reason I tell you this is to allow you to avoid the embarrassing situation of you going into the custody area and demanding to see a solicitor NOW! I've lost count of the number of times some stroppy prisoner rushes up to the desk and insists that they want their brief there immediately. I think they watch too much Eastenders or something.

Unfortunately, we still have to phone the solicitor and they still have to travel by normal land based transport to get to the police station. That's if they even bother to come to you because you may have already annoyed them by demanding that they bring you a packet of fags. (Though there won't be much point doing that soon - come July 1st 2007, no-one will be allowed to smoke in police stations. Blame the Labour government!)

Those of you from the legal profession who pass by here may have seen a way round some of the Carter recommendations. I understand that you won't get paid for your travelling time soon, so perhaps some form of teleportation device or time machine may mitigate some of your losses? It could turn out to be a lucrative little sideline for any Time Lord with a law degree.

The original post can be found http://yornicked.blogspot.com/2007/05/doctor-who-legal-rep.html

Integrity is non-negotiable!

written by Bitseach from Another bloody grumpy copper

This is the mantra of the Met Police.

From the first day you step through the gates at Hendon, this is the message you get; your first few weeks of training are based around hammering in this message; and it's part of the gateway to every daily on-line briefing.

We're also increasingly accountable: our Safer Neighbourhood Teams are contactable by mobile 'phone by members of the public (usually known as MOPs), they meet with the public once a month to listen to their concerns, they spend their patrolling lives checking with people and talking in the street. Our pay is transparent, published, auditable and accountable*; the powers that be are now talking about conducting disciplinary proceedings in public (not their best idea, IMHO, but no doubt it'll keep some bloody civvie in the MPA or IPCC happy so no doubt at all it'll happen).

Politicians, however, for whom WE vote (or don't, as poor turnouts for elections and spoiled ballot papers attest), as well as voting in their own pay deals and expenses, have now decided that this is too much scrutiny on them. They have decided that this information is too much for the UK public to take in. We are not to be trusted with such things as how much our MPs earn, how much they fiddle their postage stamp and wives=secretaries expenses, and how they spend their days. You see we, the British public in public roles, are accountable to anyone who asks.

But politicians? EXEMPT!

If I were a person of rank, which I'm not, I might be tempted to suggest that a revolution is required to tell these grasping power-crazed, nest-feathering mysanthropic morons exactly who their bosses are (a la then-Commander, now DAC Brian Paddick). However, I am not a person of rank, so I shall not. I shall just think it VERY LOUD to myself.

[if anyone does want to have a revolution, can you please do it with less than 5 days' notice on a couple of my rest days? I have a wife and cats to support and the prospect of a 1% pay deal this year].

* By the way, "Gripper" Reid is already trying to deny us this autumn's pay deal, as predicted by PC Bitseach some months ago.

The original post can be found http://anotherbloodygrumpycopper.blogspot.com/2007/05/integrity-is-non-negotiable.html

A Decline in Personal Standards?

written by PC Plod from plod blog

I'd come in early to tackle a particularly important job. I say important as it meant I scored another detection this month, so obviously it was vital. I'd done what I needed to do in terms of dealing with the client, i.e. charging the reprobate and had returned to the office to crew up with a colleague. There was a file to be built before the end of the shift, so that the courts would know why said reprobate was appearing before them.

File-building is a tedious administrative task that merely involves replicating information on a multitude of different forms. For the really big files we do have a team of civvies to do the job, but for the initial hearings we have to do them ourselves. This takes me, a sworn constable, off the streets and puts me firmly behind a desk for an hour or two. It's part of my job, and I find admin. tasks fairly easy to deal with so I get on with it with the same enthusiasm as the rest of my job, but it is at odds with what the media leads me to believe the public wants - more police on the streets, not behind a desk.

I agree wholeheartedly with that sentiment. Shuffling bits of paper about and dealing with 'red tape' is not what I want to be doing, I'd rather be out there catching scumbags. Employing some efficient police staff to handle this type of admin which is essential each time a person in charged would surely be cost-efficient. Perhaps this happens in other forces, but mine is too poor I think.

So anyway, I picked up a couple of jobs with my colleague, as they were piling in thick and fast, there was no time to sit in the office completing the file. I return to the office with a new job to write up, plus the file to build. It would be tight, but I might just get everything dealt with before I was due to book off. I had a very decent reason to book off on time, I needed to get home for something important.

As I'm sat there tapping away at my next MG form for the file build, an immediate response job comes in over the radio. There are four or five of my colleagues sitting in the office, probably a couple more smoking outside, and a couple watching football in the kitchen. No one offers up for it. A few more details are passed. It a shoplifting, and the offender has left the scene. Granted, it shouldn't be a top priority job, but still no-one calls up for it. Something similar happened last week, and I turned out after five minutes while my colleagues carried on chatting. A further radio broadcast gave a direction of travel and description of the offender.

I would have been up and out the door in a second had it not been for the mound of paperwork that had to be completed before the end of the shift. One of my colleagues, who was surfing Ebay turned round and asked me if I was going. I replied I had a bunch of stuff to complete and I was pushed for time as it was.

I felt guilty at not getting out the door immediately, but surely one of the sergeants would turf some of my colleagues out? Eventually, after 10 minutes someone assigned themselves.

With such laziness no wonder our detection rate is so poor. It's also the first time I've not been running out the door when a prioroty shout has come through. I resolved not to let my standards slip again, but it's hard to tip the work/life balance in favour of work every day when those around me have already settled into a lower standard. As it was I still finish an hour late.

The original post can be found http://plod-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html

Every now and again…

written by Stan Still from You're nicked!

...you see something that you've seen before, but never really noticed, then suddenly it strikes you that what you're seeing is completely bizarre.

Today for example - I was on the M6 (again!) when I saw two brand new vehicles on the back of a low loader. I've seen similar things before, but today I wondered "Why do they do that?"

The reason I asked myself the question (but couldn't answer it) is that the two brand new vehicles were locomotive units for railway trains.

Why don't they transport these things by rail, when that is what they are designed to be used on?

There must be a good reason why brand new rolling stock is transported by road, but I'm buggered if I can think of one.

I'll leave you to ponder that and other mysteries of the universe for a while.

The original post can be found http://yornicked.blogspot.com/2007/05/every-now-and-again.html

How Not To Get Your Ass Kicked By The Police in the US

written by PC Plod from plod blog

For those of you planning on a holiday to the USA this summer, Chris ROCK provides this short educational lecture on how to avoid any 'issues' with local law enforcement officers...

The original post can be found http://plod-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-not-to-get-your-ass-kicked-by.html

General is alive and well.

written by The general from Intelligence Detective.

Greetings blog fans. Sorry, I have been away a bit.

Some twat told me to watch 24 and I've been glued to the DVD player for 3 months. I've been using my normal blog time to watch Jack BAUER. Thankfully I'm back.

The original post can be found http://intelligence-detective.blogspot.com/2007/05/general-is-alive-and-well.html

Hot Fuzz

written by PC Plod from plod blog

If you missed this quality flick at the cinema, get the DVD that's due for release next month. And watch out for my cameo.

The original post can be found http://plod-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/hot-fuzz.html

A night on the town

written by PC Plod from plod blog

Ahh, Saturday night in Sandford. The bars, pubs and clubs; going out for a few drinks with your mates, getting a bit wobbly; grabbing a kebab made of god-knows-what ahd heading for the taxi rank at 2am; getting into a fight over nothing, knocking some hapless bloke to the ground and kicking his face to a pulp before getting nicked and fighting four coppers all the way down to the cells. What fun!

I actually quite enjoy policing the town centre on Friday and Saturday nights - it's always varied and usually involves dashing from one urgent call to the next. I get to be just as mouthy back to the punters with little chance of a complaint and on the whole there's not a great deal of paperwork. Plus with my new-found love of detections I can hand out the odd £80 FPN for those that just won't listen when I tell them to stop squaring up to innocent revellers and piss off home. Basically it feels like proper policing, which dealing with yet another non-crime domestic or text-based 'harrassment' doesn't.

With a decent number of officers around (extra staff are drafted in for these peak times) there's also a fair chance we'll get to the incidents in time and with enough pairs of hands to arrest the culprits. Bring on next weekend...

The original post can be found http://plod-blog.blogspot.com/2007/05/night-on-town.html