Respect

Its good to see the "youth of today" clearly listening to Tony Blair and pals with their concept of "respect"

Take the photo to the right for example.

What is it I hear you ask? It was an ambulance. Why is it in this condition? Is the garage decomissioning it? Was it involved in a crash?

No. It was parked outside a house on a 999 call. Whilst paramedics were inside the house, some "yoofs" decided to smash the windows, nick the sat nav, and smash the inside up.
Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

The Non Tale of the Criminal Damage...

..and the Taxi Driver.

Come across a taxi stopped in the middle of the road with two males squaring up to each other. Yep - you have probably guessed it, the taxi driver and the passenger.

The passengers issue was that he didnt want to pay to go all the way home. He was only just leaving the town centre and had been charged £4.00. It should be a £6 journey in total. I can see his problem, the taxi driver was having a go at trying to make a few more quid. Sadly for him, the passenger was sober and knew this.

A collegue spoke to this male who was a dead pleasant chap, and apparently his dad is a Chief Inspector in a neighbouring force. I got the short straw of the taxi driver!

He went on about how the male had kicked his car, and it went a little like this:

Him: He has kicked my car.......twice!
Me: Where is the damage?
Him: Here, look, look
*nothing to see at all, not even a foot mark!*
Me: I dont see anything at all *check around that area too*
Him: He did it, I want him arrested, I want him prosecuted
Me: There is no damage, I cant do any of this!
Him: You have to, you have to prosecute
Me: I cant, and I wont
Him: This is f***ing stupid
Me: Im sorry, but there is no damage or anything!
Him: You are useless, you are not doing your job properly, your a f***ing idiot, I have had enough of you lot, you are all s**t.
Me: Easy, there is no need to get worked up! There is no damage, your not injured or anything, calm down.
Him: You are useless you lot are, all a bunch of idiots, I want your number, your PC number.
Me: *I assumed he meant collar number* Ofcourse you can, its ***.
Him: I am going to complain that you are not doing your job properly.
Me: Oh right, I have said why I cant and wont do anything! I will have words with the male though
*take down his badge number and cab number*
Me: *recieves more abuse* How about I ring taxi licensing and let them know how rude, abusive, and threatening you have been towards me, how you will not listen to my explanation, and your threats to passengers??
Him: Ok ok sir, I sorry I understand, please dont please dont, I will lose my taxi.

Touché good sir!

The Liberation

Driving through Scroatsville town centre, we saw Tim being hassled by people. Being pushed about, jumped on, and mis treated. In the van, we mounted a mission to rescue Tim from this crowd. We spend a good few minutes planning the operation, risk assessing the situation and taking on board any diversity and human rights issues which may arise. We then commenced the operation.

We got Tim away from the abusive group and gave them strong words of advice for their conduct. They looked as if we had just taken away all their fun, totally ruining their evening.

We had.

Whilst the abusive group were distracted, we grabbed Tim and struggled to get him on the van, but eventually we did.

The sgt called up control and informed them of the sitation and that we were going to take Tim away from the scene for his own protection, and promptly left the scene.

Eventually we made it to the safety of Sainsburys, where Tim the Trolley was liberated.

For those wondering, yes it was a quiet night!

Aint it Funny

Scroatsville has been hit quite badly over the past few months with robberies in a specific area.

Solution: An operation
Details: Have dedicated plain clothes and marked patrols in the area
Sucessful: Yes - the main offender was caught in the act and arrested.
But really, was it sucessful: No - the offender that we caught is still out and about doing robberys and keeps getting arrested.

Surely he shouldnt be out on the streets!

A solution to this??

Ok Sarge

Start duty at 1800 hours, get kitted up etc with another special. Aim of the night, (just like any other regular night ie. same shift each week) is to take out a car and respond to jobs and in the quiet hours to get a few competencies for my collegue.

Off I go to get a car and there are quite a few hanging up so instead of taking on I go and ask the sergeant if I can have one.


"Sarge, can I borrow a car this evening please, you got a few hanging up"
"What are you doing tonight?"

I then explain what I am doing, and that I do the same thing when I go out with another special.

Sgt.: "Well, I rather you didnt have a marked car"
Me: "How come if I can ask?"
Sgt: "Incase you get flagged down by someone"
Me: "Yeah and...?"
Sgt. "Incase you dont know what they want"
Me: "Riiiiight"

Off I go and get a plain car.

6 NEFPN's
2 FPN's
2 PND's
1 arrested for assault
1 arrested for drink driving
2 crimes booked on with statements taken
12 "incidents" attended

Hell Hath No Fury

..like a lesbian domestic. Not the PC word to use, but I dont really care as im not saying it in an offensive way!

Anyhow, arrive to the flat, open the door and see blood everywhere.

"Shit, whats happened" I think to myself. I find someone on the floor, and this once again makes me very worried.

Its ok though, they are cleaning up the blood. The person causing the blood is her partner, Anne. Carol was a nice lass and easy to talk to. She explained that her partner isnt all there in the head at the moment, and this has been made worse by alcohol. She then gets Anne's sister on the phone to tell me exactly the same thing.

There is glass all over the floor, so the obvious question of "how did this happen" is asked.
Anne had smashed a photo of her and Carol, and cut her hand. She didnt want to be seen by ambulance and would rather bleed to death - apparently.

I kid you not there was blood all over the floor and wallks - it looked like a scene out of Kill Bill.

No offences, but one has to go to prevent further breach of the peace. Now this is where the problems start.

Both Anne and Carol are very emotional and crying their eyes out and shouting, although this is mainly Anne. Anne is shouting how much she loves Carol and doesnt want to leave her.

Hormones!

Now Anne was quite, how can I put it, erm, Butch! She began to get very rowdy, but then was calmed down and insisted on hugging my collegue, covering her in blood.

Her mother then turned up (Anne's, not my collegues!) and my goodness, she put her in place! Well, for a while she did anyway. We went round and round in circles

• Tell Anne she is going to her mums
• Anne screaming to Carol that she loves her
• Carol screaming that she wants her to go
• Anne's mum telling Anne to shut up and get out
• Get Anne to the door, then back to stage one
  

This happened for quite a while. Eventually after we all got covered in blood from this hand wound (still refusing to be seen by paramedics) we got her out the flat into her mums car. They drove off as we went to our car to follow. The mum had gone though.

We got halfway back to the nick and as I was updating control about the sitation, we got a further call to say that Anne had returned.
So back we go to the flat, it turns out that she had literally jumped out of her mums car halfway to her mums, and used her keys to get back into the flat.

We were all very very pissed off with the situation, so we went to arrest her and take her in (her mum didnt return) when we went through another cycle:

• Tell Anne she is going to her mums
• Anne screaming to Carol that she loves her
• Carol screaming that she wants her to go
• Get Anne to the door, then back to stage one

Right thats it. She could tell it was the final straw, luckily this cycle lasted about two minutes. Anne then left all her keys behind and went. We went after her to ensure she got to her mums, but she had vanished. Literally vanished.

We didnt get anymore calls to the address and got another unit to check all was in order later.

Worst domestic I have been to though - quite odd. No time to get the blood off us - off to some more grade ones.

The Storm

My goodness, what a night New Years was!

Firstly, the night shift had, which is a first I have ever seen, 10 double crewed cars. Not just double crewed, but response ones too! Usually lucky if we have two on a shift let alone 10! Ofcourse this isnt taking into account the late shift which were on until about 0300, and all the town centre vans which were about too. There was also all the traffic cars knocking about too.

First off, a small get together of youths at a house gone wrong. Someone turned up drunk and started to trash the place. Once he was out the house he decided to try and attack my collegue and was carted off to custody by another unit.

Next thing was someone who had gone into a house and trashed it and gone to bed. No signs of forced entry into the house except for one small window which had been broken (wasnt easy to see it had!)

I opened the window and jumped into the house so that we could open the door and let the dog in. Turned out he just wanted to sleep, how very random. Once the dog scared him and 4 traffic officers had wrestled him to the floor, he was arrested and taken back. I didnt realise the time until someone said "Happy New Year". It did feel quite odd as whilst the majority of Scroatsville were enjoying the new year, whilst we were wrestling with scroates who opted to be shits for the new year. How strange it was.

We then attended a burglary which had just occured. Some little scroates had entered someones garage and from there gone into the house through a door and taken peoples bags and car keys. This was whilst the occupents and friends were in the room next door celebrating. A car was taken with the keys and was sighted later, but no units could find it.

Once we took details and statements etc we resumed and passed a group of youths. We started to search them when one of them was a bit cocky.

Me: Do you have anything on you I should know about
Him: Yeah I have a knife (so many people say this trying to be funny)
Me: Where is it then
Him: In my pocket

I then go to his pocket expecting him to be joking about trying to look good infront of his mates and see a handle. I pull this handle out to find a huge bloody meat cleaver!! He is very quickly handcuffed and arrested. My collegue has no idea what has gone on until he sees the cleaver in my hand.

The rest of the night is spent doing paper work for all the above and other stuff we did which wasnt really worthy of mention.

For the vast majority of the night, most of it for everyone was going from job to job to job. From about 00:00 01/01/07 to 05:00 in the county there were about 150 grade one incidents deployed to. Quite busy!

New years day wasnt too bad though. The usual domestics, recovered the stolen car which was taken from the burglary I attended on New Years.

Observations were put out for someone driving dangerously, I went and did an area search for this car and found it. The driver blew 138 at the station! That was the first of the "interesting" part of this drink driver. Seized his car for no insurance too whilst I was at it! There was a lot more but sadly I cant say what on here!

The Calm Before The Storm

Well, we expected it to be a busy busy night last night. It was not. Far from. The wind and rain probably helped that. Also, perhaps the over inflated prices for New Years Eve have caused people to save their money for then!

Was so quiet (yes, I said the q word!) that we all ended up going out and about in cars instead, even then, bugger all happened.

Did anyone else find last night quiet too??

Christmas (or is that Winterval?)

Christmas Day. First call comes in. Can we attend a burglary at Pine Tree Road. On arrival we are met by a distressed mother and 2 kids. They have had all their Christmas presents stolen as well as their new tv and other such items.

The mother had told us that she had been working all year long to pay for these presents for her kids. Through no fault of their own, someone had decided that these presents under the tree were intended for them, most probably to fund their crack habit.

Move onto the next job, a domestic. Yes its early for one. Turned out that wifey wasnt impressed that her husband hadnt got her what she wanted. Worse off, she found what she wanted hidden in a cupboard, labelled for Claire. Wifeys name was Erica. Oh dear. Not a nice christmas for wifey.

Next call was an RTC. A couple had been driving on their way to see their children and grandchildren, but a drink driver (yes its early but obviously it wasnt for some!) had gone into them trapping one occupant. Ambulance and Fire had arrived. The female was walking wounded but the male had to be cut out of the car and taken to hospital. The drink driver was arrested and taken to custody. Custody was looking no different today than any other day of the week. It was just very quiet with the odd bit of noise from one of the few we had in residence. The driver was breathalised and stuck in a cell.

We resumed.

Driving through Scroatsville was very quiet. Could smell all those delicious meals being cooked, the only thing I would be eating is that sandwich I made earlier. All those people seeing loved ones, unwrapping presents and having a good time (on the whole). No doubt there will be loads of alcohol fueled domestics in the evening.

Fortunatly for me, this post is fictional. But I have lots of respect for those officers who are on duty today and will be dealing with such incidents.

A Happy Christmas (NOT Winterval) to everyone!

Arrogant Little Shit

One of my delightful customers (who was 44 years old) called me that - he is right though.

Got called to a pub where three blokes were being a pain and wouldnt leave. So in I go with a couple of collegues and find out whats happened, and confirm with the land lady that she wants these three removed. Two are fine about it apart from Mr (I am) Big. He wanted a full explanation why he was being asked to leave and wanted to finish his drink.

Paul (my collegue) "ok then, hurry up though"
Mr Big "yeah I am I am"

at this point his two mates who are alright, were trying to get him to hurry up. He then takes a dislike to me (apparently I gave him a "wrong look" whatever that is)

Mr Big "I dont like you, how old are you"
Me "I dont care if you dont like me, I just want you to drink that and get out"
Mr Big *wobbling on his feet a bit* "nah, I dont f***ing like you.

He then went off on one over and over again.

Once outside he continued with the "abuse" and threats. If I didnt have that headache and need for a coffee then I would have just locked him up for DnD.

Tango Whisky Alpha Tango

This happened a while ago. Reports from a resident that soe youths were launching fireworks at his car and causing damage to it.

We attend the address where we are met by a male who is on the phone. I shit you not, what he said was for real and in no way made up!

As we approach him he says down the phone "Stand by control"

He then tells us he is on the phone to the police and then says down the phone "yes control, 418 is on scene, over" and promptly hangs up.

He then tells us what has happened. We look at the car, under the car and see no damage whatsoever. This is done whilst he is inside the house. He then comes out armed with two clear sealed bags.

"You will need these"

He then hands a videotape of the "offence being committed" (turns out its not at all, but of some people he thinks did it)

In the other bag is a firework.

"I used gloves to handle it so that no evidence will be lost"

Advice Given - No Offences

Something You Dont See Every Day

Went into one of the community teams offices the other day. Being the nosey person I am, I read the stuff on the walls whilst the kettle boils.

What do I see, on the wall?

A Card. A Thank-you card - from a prolific offender who was on drugs. I hadnt heard his name for a good few months now. It said something along the lines of:

"Dear PC Williams and PC Smiggins, thank you very much for your help and support you have given me and making me turn my life around. I am so greatful and have realised that I do not want to go down that path. I have now been clean for 3 months now and have found a job too."

Its good to hear things like this - the police can do positive things after all! Just a shame that no government statistic will cover this.

The Weekend Rottweiler

Friday & Saturday nights are full of lovely wonderful people. However, this week I shall focus upon the "Rottweiler".

They are female, and usually quite small and young. They look the sort who are quite quiet and tame. This ofcourse changes in the blink of an eye.

Walking along were two girls and they bumped into another girl. One of these girls decided that this was blatently out of order, and began to (attempt) to beat the shit out of the other girl. Luckily there was an officer there talking to someone who seperated them. On arrival (from down the road - was bloody hectic but thats another story!) all we could see was a girl having to be held back (like a dog on a lead) and she was shouting and swearing so much that Gordan Ramsey would be proud! She was lunging forward trying to get this girl and "kick er ed in".

Her and her sister walked off after some "gentle pursuasion" and the other girl was held back (well, she stayed really) to chat to an officer. She dissapears to get a taxi and the officer walks up the street, myself and my collegue hop back on the van hoping that we will wake up shortly as the past 45 minutes have been so sureal!

Oh but guess what, the Rottweiler has kicked off again as they had gone to the same cab rank (after we tried so hard not to let them!)

We get there to find an officer inside the cab office with the Rottweiler lashing out and getting quite violent really for such a small person. Ofcourse there were loads of spectators watching all this. Next thing, she decides to lash out at an officer inside the office and ends up being floored. Now, for a small person, she went down with a huge bang!! Officers outside the office who were not even looking heard her go down!
Next thing she has is a big bloke ontop of her back handcuffing her.
Did she burst into tears realising the error of her ways and realising that her ribs have been totally smashed (they hadnt suprisingly!) did she hell! Even more swearing and shouting! Ah well.

Stick her in the van until another van comes to take her to custody. The van arrives (which already has 3 prisoners on - talk about busy!)

If only we can film people and give them the tape in the morning.

Sneaky Beaky

Was doing a plain clothes op the other night targetting auto crime hotspots. Was very "q" until . . .

"All units, observations for a green car seen following cars and acting suspiciously in the Crapside area"

Traffic units start making in hope for a result.

We think for a few seconds that we might get a result as we are in the area

But then

Myself and my collegue call up:

"Yeah control, its us on Op Random-non-related-name"

We did tell them they may get calls about us and to advise callers!

Bouncers

Or "Door Staff" as they prefer to be called. Tough subject full of many different opinions.

Firstly, there is the subject of whether or not they should carry handcuffs. Info can be found here, here, here and here.

But do they take the law into their own hands?

I went to an incident once which was "male unconscious behind Club Boloxio"

Ah, probably had a bit too much to drink. Find the male, he is totally out of it, and covered in blood.
"Hmmmmm" I think to myself, this is not right.
The head "Door Man" comes out and tells me whats happened

"Ah, well, matey boy here was ejected by Phil, and just collapsed"

The manager is in the background keeping quiet. The door man then goes inside, and up comes the manager. I then ask where Phil is.

"Oh, hes inside, the paramedics are looking at him"

So whats happened then, really, whats happened then I ask.

"Well, Phil ejected this male and he went back to the front where he was let in again. He came in again, picked up a glass and smashed it round Phil's face"

Then what?

Well, it was pretty obvious. Phil's face is sliced open, two of his fellow bounder mates decide to eject this male via the back exit after kicking him in. They gave him a proper kicking even when the bloke was on the floor collapsed.

How do we know this?
What should over look the back but flats. Who should be looking out their windows, but several independent witnesses!

Oh dear oh dear.

Now, what if this person had been handcuffed and unable to defend themselves?

However, on the flip side I have been to one incident where someone was kicked out and was playing up, and a bouncer handcuffed him with speedcuffs. First time I had seen this happen but he "reassured us that he had taken a course to do this". Sent an e-mail to the licensing team about it anyway.

Also like to add that I know some doorstaff very well and they are very professional and make the "bad apples" not matter - and I am more than happy to deal with these ones in particular! A credit to their profession. Its not often that I come across door staff (as im not one of these sado's who just do friday/sat nights in town centre - yawn!) but came across one the other night who was superb! Even been out on a night out and he has been nice lol

So should door staff be issues with handcuffs? Almost as controversial as should PCSO's have them!

How Inconsiderate!

The youths of today are so inconsiderate. Stolen car, 4 up, had been giving us the runaround all night. Seeing as myself and a collegue were the nights proactive unit (plain IRV with all the lights and gizmo's). Traffic were hovering around the area as were some tutor constables and their probationers, and another plain clothes unit (myself and my collegue being plain clothes too) as was a doggie man.

After numerous sightings the adrenaline is going as we prepare for a possible pursuit, and ofcourse, a decamp. How gutted we all were when the inconsiderate little gits decide that they dont want a pursuit, so they drive the car into a field, and set fire to it. Out everyone gets and does an area search for them.

Apparently (bless them) the probationers hadnt a clue what to do, and before they knew it, two "chavs" came running up from the field, and nearly got pounced on and sprayed!
"Its us, dont spray!!!" It was the other plain clothes unit! So they nearly got a faceful of pava, just like one of the little gits did.
Ofcourse, they had done nothing wrong and we had "sprayed them for doin fuk all innit ya fukin nob'eads" which was followed by "i aint dun nuffink rong - you best have nicked the ova's"
Oops - a slight admission of some sort of guilt there!

Sadly, it wasnt a huge incident, which in many respects is good, but since it was the end of the shift and nothing had really happened was kind of a let down from the cat and mouse game earlier in the night trying to find them!

Outcome: several arrests, one suspect sprayed, one plain clothes officer nearly pounced on, one doggie on the loose with officers staying well out of its way as it was hungry, and a couple of probationers who looked absolutely lost!

On the bright side, I enjoyed a lovely doner kebab and no paperwork

Human Traffic Light

Had great fun doing traffic duty for a local fireworks display

So theres a right hand turning which is out of action (ie. CLOSED) and about 3 - 5 signs stating this. Also there are loads of cones, and even a nice little diagram of the road which shows the lane closed. However . . .

MoP: 'Scuse me mate, can I go down there?
Me: No, Can you read?
MoP: huh?
Me: Do you know what roadsigns mean?
MoP: huh?
Me: *points at numerous signs*
MoP: Oh, them, yeah, I thought I could get down there though
Me: Why?
MoP: 'Cos I need to get down there ya see.
Me: Really?
MoP: Yeah mate, so can I go down there?
Me: Erm, no
MoP: Why not? This is f**king ridiculous
Me: Because the road is closed, I have just told you that
MoP: But I need to get down there
Me: Oh right, ok, drive over there and ask him (another officer)

I am sure they ended up having the same chat with them.

Its not only the fact of people above which is a pain, its people who seem to drive blind. I dont think they can see a huge tennis ball coloured Michelin Man in the middle of the road giving them hand gestures to stop (not rude hand gestures!!) So I nearly ended up being a new layer of road surface several times.

The good side is that people were quite chatty on their way to the fireworks display which is a nice change from the usual abuse. Just a shame that there are a lot of Scroatsville residents who dont appear to be able to drive. Either that or they like to try and run coppers over.

Possibly the latter.

Hoorah For the Met

One from the other night:

"Any unit available, we have had a call from an off duty Met officer. He has handcuffed himself to his partner and is unable to uncuff himself as he has lost his handcuff key, any officer available?"

Oh how we laughed. All I hope is that some officer took a camera to the job and this photo is now working its way around the met email system!

On another note, I have now added PC South West's blog to my side bar

For The Very First Time

Since Part Time Polis Man has told us about their first shift, I thought I would do the same (probably because I cant think of anything to write about today!)

Anyway, I got all my kit into a big bag and got went to the police station. I had very little clue as to where I was to go when I arrived there. My duty had already been arranged with my "section officer"

I already had my airwave terminal with me as I was issued it at training a few weeks before, so had been listening to it at home picking up all the jargon and generally being a bit of a geek really!
All I needed to be issued with was my pava. I was taken to the store locker for the pava where I took out a cannister, weighed it, and signed it out to myself writing down the cannister number and weight into my pocket note book, which I also just got.
Once I had all this done, I stuck my stabbie on and all my other kit, got my tit hat out, and felt an absolute fool. It felt very very strange.

Anyway, off we go and head into the town centre on this busy Saturday afternoon. In all honesty, I was sh*tting myself!

What if people asked me things? I dont have a clue. So many thoughts going through my head!

We didnt go to any jobs, just plodded around town getting me to do a few PNC checks to get my radio confidence up, which went with no problems.

Was only a brief 4 hour shift, nothing bad happened, I still had all my limbs, my head was still attached, the only difference is that I was eager to get back out again. All those nervous feelings had gone.

Whatever happened to that worried, quiet me all that time ago??

Im interested to hear about your first shifts!

The Town Centre

Due to the need of some to go into town to get absolutely pissed means that we need officers in the town centre so that we can offer our assistance in pointing out where clubs/bars are, and also to help all those people who are "wanting to join the police" with their questions, and also to give people free lifts home.

In Scroatsville, we have a "no shit" policy. Obviously this is not an official policy (for the term no shit if far to short, and if it were a real policy, the name would be some what different, and totally unrelated to what it is about!)

Each officer goes out armed with a pad full of £80 PND's hoping to return back to the station in the knowledge that, well, there will be some regrets in the morning by happy customers!

The two favourites for PND's are:

1) Section 5 Public Order
2) Drunk and Disorderly

I personally prefer number 2 as it means that no crimes have to be booked on, however it does have a downside in that its not a detection (as far as I am aware!)
But on the bright side it takes a couple of minutes on the street to give one, thus meaning more time to give plenty more out in the hope it will deter other idiots who ay be witness to this.

Drunks seem to lose all common sense. One bloke came up to myself, and three other officers and wanted to shake out hands. We didnt. He got told nicely to go away as he was drunk and making a fool of himself. This wasnt good enough. He carried on being a fool and not listening and taking an issue with the skipper. He then went on to insult one of the officers mothers. Enough is enough. Start to write out a D&D ticket for him but no, he doesnt want this as he "knows his rights". Fair enough - your nicked. After him being humiliated waiting at the side of the road in handcuffs for all to see whilst a van made its way through the see of drunk idiots. We got him back to custody and begin to book him in. He now decides he wants to sue us all for "APH" whatever that is. Yes mate, ok, have a nice sleep, I will come see you later when I get time!
I did go back early hours of the morning, gave him his PND and kicked him out. Oh, and he still wanted to sue everyone for "everything we have got!"

Prime example of drink causing him to be a fool. He could have walked away with nothing - but no! He then could have walked away with an £80 PND - but no! So he got locked up for 5 hours whilst he sobered up, and an £80 fine. Yes your mrs will kill you when you get home!

Friday and Saturday nights differ from every other night in the week, for on these nights, people are totally "innocent". Since its the end of the week, we like to catch up on our missed detections so arrest anyone for anything in the hope that they are too drunk to realise. However, they are far to clever for this tactic so when we arrest them for "doin nuffink rong" they plead their innocence. "I didnt mean to smash that bottle on the wall and glass him 6 times accidently on purpose". If Scroatsville got a pound for each time someone stated that they were innocent, they wouldnt have to worry about their finances!

Another town centre idiotic thing to do is run from the police. Everywhere in the centre is on cctv, there are loads of police about, why run. Apparently they like to though, and last night, straight into me on two seperate incidents. Bit silly of them! One only ran because he thought we wanted to arrest him for doing nothing wrong. Fair enough, if you want to end up on the floor with 4 coppers sat on you fair enough. The other had just assaulted someone so that was a good catch.

Another Friday/Saturday night thing is that people always seem to come up to the van and want to talk utter shite. Either want to chat you up, or ask why your not out catching rapists and murderers, or even worse, realise that they have no prospect of pulling so desperatly try to entice you as they pop out of their top with kebab sauce dripping down their face. Apparently this look is very sexy.
Dont you just love the town centre!
What other Friday/Saturday night stuff happens where you police?