Monthly Archive for October, 2007

Trick or Treat?

written by Alf Ventress from ASHFORDLY POLICE STATION

BBC Magazine: Trick or treating is against every rule in the parent handbook, and in a new monthly column on family life, one writer says the biggest fright is what kids expect of Halloween today. The writer goes on to ask; should we be encouraging them? Is it harmless fun or an irritating excuse to annoy the neighbours? The subject is one that has always annoyed me no end in fact, a lot of

The original post can be found http://ashfordly-police.blogspot.com/2007/10/trick-or-treat.html

The Faces of Modern Management?

written by Alf Ventress from ASHFORDLY POLICE STATION

Being a little busy of late I haven't posted to the blog for a while. This probably isn't a major issue unless that is, there are readers out there waiting with baited breath for my next words? Yep, hardly likely I know! That said my despair and regular condemnation of various elements of our society along with discussions about what is wrong with today's police service haven't faltered, it's

The original post can be found http://ashfordly-police.blogspot.com/2007/10/faces-of-modern-management.html

Remember Remember …

written by thinblueline from The Thin Blue Line

Its that time of year again.
I fooled myself thinking I would be relatively safe in CID from the mindless acts of idiots around this time .. then I woke up.

Yup, Fireworks, I find myself in an unmarked car ( again ) with a fellow techo' who I have just met today.

We will be driving around for hours on end looking for naughty people and supporting our uniformed colleagues who will be running around like mad marsh hares.

The reason why I am not behind my desk drinking tea ? A new Detective Inspector.
Nice chap , seems normal.. two eyes one head both hands, that sort of thing but he seems to be under the illusion that having actual police out on the street doing stuff prevents crime !

He will never last.

Shame really because this is a good laugh , and the reason why I joined. oh well.

The original post can be found http://thethinblueline.blogspot.com/2007/10/remember-remember.html

What shall we do with a drunken sailor?

written by Bitseach from Another bloody grumpy copper

PNDs...splendid things....we could use them on rowdy revellers who were drunk and disorderly (£80) or merely drunk in a public place (£50), give them a ticket and continue policing the rowdy idiot-filled streets. Huzzah!
Oh wait, if they're drunk and we deal with them, we have a duty of care, and how are they supposed to understand that they've been given a ticket when they're drunk? They might not even find the ticket until weeks later when the dry cleaner tries to chip off the pop-rivetted vomit and blood off their soiled jackets. And what then if they die in a pool of their own vomit/slobber in the gutter and during the search of the body or at autopsy they find a PND? Surely the officer will have looked to protect the health of this poor innocent, not send them on their way with a non-judicial punishment and a friendly "lets be having you"?
So no PNDs should be issued for drunkenness in the street. So we arrest, take back to custody and stay off the streets for the next 6 hours booking the drunken tosser in, completing notes, avoiding the barbed comments and basilisk stares of the custody skipper for bringing a smelly, pissy drunk into his or her custody "suite". Er no. Even with half-hourly rousing, the custody skipper doesn't want somebody who really has a medical condition (poor little bunny) when they should be being checked by an ambulance crew or hospital at very least.
So you call an ambulance. Of course, the reason you wanted to give them the PND in the first place was because they were being rowdy and drunk or drunk and incapable. Particularly in the former case, the amby crew turn up and "refuse to take" because Mr or Ms Pissy-Drunk swears too much at them or imagines that one of them tried to spill their pint, or their fluorescent WKD (if they're classy!).
So we're left in the street with Mr/s Pissy-Drunk to whom we have a duty of care. The ambulance and hospital don't want them as they get enough vomit and assaults and don't need any more, the custody sergeant (or puffed-up civilian substitute depending on your force area) don't want them as they don't actually want the super-special attention that a DIC would give them, we can't mug them off with an "instant" fine in the street which is what the poxy tickets were designed for in the first place in case they die on us (because *I* don't want a DIC on my record either, thanks very much!).
In fact there are SO many restrictions on the issue of PNDs that they are largely now issued from custody, for those occasions when the CPS are too spineless to actually charge someone but we think they should get something at least (so then, most prisoners, as Mr/s Pissy-Drunk always seems to get dealt with by Mr/Ms Pissy-Pants the Prosecutor).
The licensing laws have also, of course, changed so that instead of this all taking place late at night, it can now also happen at Stupid O' Clock every morning, including Sundays.
So again I have to ask: what SHALL we do with the drunken sailor, earleye in the morning?
[Probably ignore them]

PND = Penalty Notice for Disorder
DIC = Death in Custody
CPS = Couldn't Prosecute Satan

The original post can be found http://anotherbloodygrumpycopper.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-shall-we-do-with-drunken-sailor.html

Hampshire Police Bus Advert

written by PCFrankyFact from PC Franky Fact. His views on policing are lacking in tact.


Hmmm......

Is this the latest body armour improvement?

The original post can be found http://pcfrankyfact.blogspot.com/2007/10/hampshire-police-bus-advert.html

Praying on a Victim.

written by CSI:UK from CSI:UK

The other night I was on call, the significance of this is, if I get turned out in the wee hours of the morning, then, thanks to the European Time Directive, I basically get the following day off. When my turn on call falls on the Wednesday before my long weekend off (Fri, Sat, Sun) then I am usually at home praying for a call out to help secure an extra long weekend for myself.

The obvious problem with this is, that it is incredibly selfish to hope that a crime occurs, sufficient enough to need examining, just so I can start my weekend early. Of course crimes are not going to occur as a result of my wishes (unless there is a God and he/she is a bastard) but it goes to show that at times I am so far detached from the reality of my job.

In the end the decision to get called out is way out of my control, but I know that if I do I will treat the examination with my usual level of professionalism (as professional as you can get on 2 hours sleep), I will be thorough and do everything within my power to assist the investigation. But is it enough?, if you cannot emphasise with the victim are you giving 100% to this particular incident? Probably, probably not, sometimes not being emotionally involved in something can give you a clearer perspective and sometimes getting caught up in the drama can spur you on.

Either way there will be days when jobs will peak my interest and days when jobs pass by in a blur. Whichever way it goes I hope that it makes no difference to my contribution and I feel I have been doing the job long enough to know what I am doing. Still I think its healthy remember why I am doing this and put it into some sort of context within this world.

(Bloody hell thats a bit deep, think I need a beer!)

The original post can be found http://csiuk.blogspot.com/2007/10/praying-on-victim.html

I’ve moved.

written by whichendbites from Whichendbites

I've moved to here.

http://whichendbites.wordpress.com/

For those who have taken the time to view please feel free to try my new place.

The original post can be found http://whichendbites.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-moved.html

Whoops!!!

written by Response Plod from Response Plod


Hampshire police thought it would be a good idea to advertise on the rear of a bus. Their planning did not take into account the position of the exhaust pipe!

The original post can be found http://responseplod.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoops.html

Hi-lighters.

written by whichendbites from Whichendbites

There appears to be a growing trend to add things to reports that are circulated.

This evil is the fashion to highlight things in the most irridescent, bright colours that can be found. Some reports are so bright you need sunglasses to read them.

We have had the hi-vis yellow tide ebbing and flowing on our streets to convince the public that we really are out there because just look, you can't miss the bright yellow jackets. Even in bright daylight, not just a health & safety thing at night.

The equally hi-vis yellow marker pens that appear to blight almost every report is surely not to convince us that there is more and more paperwork out there. I think we can work that out for ourselves.

We do not need hi-vis marker pen slashes to let us know there is too much paperwork out there. Not just the stuff that gets passed up or down the chain so everyone can see who has read what and who has marked the trendy buzz words or phrases. It even appears as grey blotches on emails and copies of messages sent by the internal mail network.

Hi-vis marker pens. They aren't big and they aren't clever.

The original post can be found http://whichendbites.blogspot.com/2007/10/highlighters.html

Diversity Training.

written by whichendbites from Whichendbites

A Sergeant, an Inspector and a Superintendent recently attended a Diversity Training event at a non-police facility within their Force area. During their allocated lunch break, rather than sit amongst the other participants, they decided they would go out for a stroll to take some air and generally discuss the proceedings.

As they walked past a line of shops, the Sergeant, being very observant, spotted an old dull metal lamp in the window of a second hand shop. He went in, asked how much and ended up buying it for a fiver. The Inspector and Superintendent laughed as they thought this was stupid and irresponsible. All three returned to the facility after their stroll and whilst the Sergeant was rubbing the lamp with his sleeve to remove some of the grim that time had accumulated there was a bright flash and a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared they saw a Genie who spoke to them.

"You are the holders of the sacred lamp of Alcobar. Each of you I will grant 1 wish"

The Sergeant was caught out in a state of shock but the Inspector was quicker on his feet and replied " I wish to go to a desert hide-away with every luxury I could imagine and stay there for a month".

There was another flash and the Inspector had vanished.

The Sergeant then said, nervously, "I wish to be taken to a tropical island paradise full of the most desireable women in the world, to be looked after for the rest of my life and suffer no ills".

There was another flash and he too, had vanished.

The Superintendent looked at the Genie and said, "I want those two back here after lunch".

The original post can be found http://whichendbites.blogspot.com/2007/10/diversity-training.html