I've always wanted to be a Policeman
Well okay that's not strictly true, but I have always thought I'd be quite good at tracking down missing persons or that type of thing.Obviously this is a completely untried ascertation and thus like all the best ascertations basically has foundations of soup. But still I think I'd be good at it.
Today I went out on patrol with Pc Flashman. I kid ye not. That really is his name! How cool would that be, to be really genuinely called Flashman? Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, out on patrol. It was foolishly hot and so I wore cream coloured trews and a crisp white shirt. The Pc on the other hand had all the gear on: Big hat, Big black vest, Big belt full of big stuff, black trousers, and Big black boots. It's lucky he started off thin, 'cos after that walk he would've been nowt but a puddle.
I digress... We went walkabout in Belsize, looking in all the dark corners and chatting about life as a police-person and life as a councilor. I'm really rather interested in getting into the minds of people who have essentially turned their backs on the material trappings that some careers can bring, and have instead directed their energies towards the community.
This isn't about me, basically I'm a councilor by design but also by a slice or two of really good luck, I am however talking about the police. What a bugger of a job. Doing all those things that nobody else really wants to do, eg: enforce the system that we all like to live by, whilst being a huge support network for anyone and everyone.Do we (you me and everybody - I know a song title - ) really ever show our gratitude? We complain when they're not here, we complain when they are here, and yet they still carry on.
Now I'm not suggesting that everytime you pass a copper in the street you should stop and say thanks, but wouldn't that be nice?
Today I went out on patrol with Pc Flashman. I kid ye not. That really is his name! How cool would that be, to be really genuinely called Flashman? Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, out on patrol. It was foolishly hot and so I wore cream coloured trews and a crisp white shirt. The Pc on the other hand had all the gear on: Big hat, Big black vest, Big belt full of big stuff, black trousers, and Big black boots. It's lucky he started off thin, 'cos after that walk he would've been nowt but a puddle.
I digress... We went walkabout in Belsize, looking in all the dark corners and chatting about life as a police-person and life as a councilor. I'm really rather interested in getting into the minds of people who have essentially turned their backs on the material trappings that some careers can bring, and have instead directed their energies towards the community.
This isn't about me, basically I'm a councilor by design but also by a slice or two of really good luck, I am however talking about the police. What a bugger of a job. Doing all those things that nobody else really wants to do, eg: enforce the system that we all like to live by, whilst being a huge support network for anyone and everyone.Do we (you me and everybody - I know a song title - ) really ever show our gratitude? We complain when they're not here, we complain when they are here, and yet they still carry on.
Now I'm not suggesting that everytime you pass a copper in the street you should stop and say thanks, but wouldn't that be nice?
posted by Arthur Graves at 12:29 PM
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