You must know some really old dinosaurs to talk about a uniformed Sergeant throwing someone's breakfast in the bin in front of the whole relief in what used to be a police canteen.Honestly it's not that exciting, just dinosaurs same as everywhere else - the equivalent on here would probably be the sort of person who thought everything went wrong when the Army ditched .303 or puttee
We aren't there now. I'm a member of those sites because every now and then you get a thread of gold. Hearing reminiscences of people who worked my area, or knew officers on my area who were killed in the line of duty and who participated in the manhunts, who bring something personal to the stories of these men who we still remember to this day are worth the rather more numerous miserable sods who moan about snowflakes and twitter, or that Cressida Dick bats for the other team, or that we no longer lock people in a cell and forget about them over the weekend.
Without getting filled in by the rest of the relief?
And chucking someone in the cells for a whole weekend?
Any more anecdotes from the '60s at all without what the dinosaurs called 'evidence?'
I could tell you when at least 5 people of Constable rank took home more money than the Commissioner, with their overtime and allowances.
And the other 32,000 other people in the same job also had much mirth and big belly beer laughs, and looked forward to seeing which crims or bad fcukers day they were going to **** up.
Every single day at work, and getting paid for it too.
I couldn't believe that I was getting paid for doing what I was having fun at.
But you will never ever know that, along with any feeling of total solidarity amongst your colleagues.
You have none, and whose fault is that?
The great British public really does not want to see rainbow painted police cars going out to gather more lgbtq etc etc recorded crimes.
They also do not want to read about gender neutral wicking T shirts
Can you guess what they really do want?