30 October 2013
In the flat
above us is a known drug dealer. The
police know about, as does the housing department. Yet both claim that unless we can provide
evidence of any dealing and report it then they are powerless to do anything
about it. We quite often return home to
a smell of cannabis having been smoked in the block's main entrance area. Yet again we are supposed to call the cops at
the time for them to be able to do anything about it. Talk about policing on the cheap!
There was a
show on telly about pickpockets and it showed a guy from Dorktown in it. The front page of the News is devoted to this man, along with half a page inside. This man was filmed leaving court and later
said, "Next time I'll be more careful." So where does that leave his comment that a "
... four month sentence felt like four years." He's not bothered at all by it is he? What a waste of a life!
Here's an
extract from my first novel The Mission
...
" Damn coppers, they really are
bloody useless aren’t they! They come
knocking at our door when something happens and promise the earth but deliver
nowt. I don’t know why I bother to phone
them, I really don’t. Look at all that
fuss over the break in over the back last week.
“Well, if you see or hear anything strange going on give us a call and
we’ll be out straight away,” they said.
And look what’s happened now. The
bloody dog going nuts out the back at just after nine pm and there’s another
van out there. I call the cops and it
takes them over two bloody hours to get here and get us up out of bed when they
do come ... and the sodding van has gone!!!
I really don’t know why I bother.
And what about that kid who was having the shit punched out of him by
that bloke? They arrived quickly enough
but didn’t do anything when they got the bloke, no evidence they said, no
witnesses. What about me and the woman
by the phone box? We both gave names and
addresses saying we would attend court. So where do they get the ‘no witnesses’
idea from? Oh yeah, and remember those
kids I caught trying to set fire to the rubbish bins out the back the other
Sunday? The cops said they’d send the
local beat bobby out when he comes back off leave ... deeerrrrr ... I wonder if
the kids will wait for him. And what
about all that copper wire I saw being loaded in to a car across the way and
the guy on the phone didn’t want to know about it. The following day there was the report of
twenty grand's worth of wire stolen for a supplier in Nuneaton. And what about when our lad was hit by a car
while he was riding his bike. The lad
was given a false phone number by the car driver, written on a betting
slip. The lad even pointed out the car
to me but did the cops do anything about it?
Not bloody likely, too much bother, too much work involved!
Look
at all those coppers who were sat around at the services in Corley the other
week waiting for whatever they were waiting for ... I wonder if it turned
up? Then when you need a copper you
can’t get one, they’re all out on jobs they say. Probably all on courses like Inspector Jack
Sanders told me about some time ago. They get a brochure that comes round at
the nick; they call it the holiday mag and it has all the courses they can go
on over that year. They read it and
choose which ones they fancy for a few days off, paid of course! “Better than the crap we get on the streets,”
he said. No bloody wonder they get crap
on the streets when they behave the way they do."
Each of the
incidents in that extract are true, apart from any names that is; they are all
my experiences with the local cops here in Dorktown, and not all of them
either! Is it any wonder that there is
so much crime on our streets? Is it any
wonder that offenders have no or little respect for cops or the law in general? Then we hear of the back handers some of them
have received from News International.
We hear of cops exceeding their authority and being in on criminal
activities. What else can they really
expect from the British public when some of them behave like this?
Yesterday I
was diabetic clinic for first time in about 18 months. Fortunately everything was fine and well
within the normal limits, but I do have to watch out for foot problems, I seem
to have lost some feelings in the bottom of my feet. Other than that, OK, fine. But I have been feeling very tired just
lately and can't seem to put it down to anything in particular. So I was a bit surprised when the nurse said
that the doctor wanted me to repeat my thyroid level blood test in three months. I know that my Brother Dave had an under
active thyroid and it caused him a lot of problems, especially with tiredness. So maybe that is the answer. I shall wait and see.
So now I
need to find a photo ...
Ah yes, a really nice carnation flower.
And a funny
...
Mitt Romney and Barack Obama somehow ended up at the
same barber shop.
As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation for fear it would turn to politics.
As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Romney in his chair reached for the aftershave. Romney was quick to stop him saying,
'No thanks, my wife will smell that and think I've been in a whorehouse.'
The second barber turned to Obama and said, 'How about you sir ?' Obama replied,
'Go ahead; my wife doesn't know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.
As they sat there, each being worked on by a different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid to start a conversation for fear it would turn to politics.
As the barbers finished their shaves, the one who had Romney in his chair reached for the aftershave. Romney was quick to stop him saying,
'No thanks, my wife will smell that and think I've been in a whorehouse.'
The second barber turned to Obama and said, 'How about you sir ?' Obama replied,
'Go ahead; my wife doesn't know what the inside of a whorehouse smells like.
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