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My first real blog.
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26 July 2010
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Okay, as computery type bloke and a person that likes his Internet, has all the gadgets known to the western world, you'd have thought I'd know what blogging is all about, well to be honest, I had shut my eyes and ears to all this blog nonsense until a few evenings ago when my partner was enjoying his stint of late shifts on response I thought I'd have a nose round PoliceSpecials.com (I had heard of it during my specials training).
I read a post about gay officers and recruitment so I decided to add my first post about my own personal experience of unintentionally outing myself during day 1 of training (which I used to start this blogg), I received a number of messages in response which were more or less 'Thanks, I've been nervous about what training is going to be like'.... this prompted me to post 'My Survival guide to Specials Police Training at Slougham'.... with all the positive feedback and contact I've had from my posts made me think about this thing that everyone else seems to know all about.... blogging.
I thought I'd blog just the usual stuff that I get up to as an average middle aged ho-hum run-of-the mill kinda guy who's a volunteer police officer serving in Sussex, oh and happens to be gay (I haven't ever 'blogged' before so forgive me if I break any 'blogging protocol' if there is such a thing?).
As you can image the content of the coming months etc may be limited in detail, after all, I don't want to:
* Talk about things that: a) I'm not qualified to. b) Anthing I don't have the experience to formulate an educated comment on.
* Discuss what should or shouldn't be with regards to law/policing/funding/policy/(insert endless list of topics everyone seems to have an opinion on) and such like (see point above).
Maybe if I had started blogging 6 months ago, it would have contained a blog something like:
After my first ever arrest on my second day of PDU, I stood before the custody sergeant eager to demonstrate to everyone my newly learnt search skills, I started systematically searching thoroughly at the top and worked down to the feet. After checking his socks and shoes the custody sergeant passed me a wand like metal detector which beeped as he tested it against his computer monitor. I scanned my compliant subject and his jacket that was laying in front of the desk, not a single beep. I handed the wand back to the custody sergeant to which he replied "that's great, now if you could just do it again, but this time switch the wand on!". I felt so embarrassed and I re-scanned my now smirking arrestee (this time with the 'on' button pressed firmly down). I picked up his jacked and scanned it with the wand which sent it into a beeping frenzy as I waved it over the collar of the jacket, I looked closely, nothing, scanned it with the small area scan, 'beeeeeep', looked again, nothing, scanned again but the beeping wouldn't stop. "perhaps it could be the metal ring on your finger that you are holding the jacket with?" sighed the custody sergeant.
You may have guessed, I'm new at being a special and although I have flown the nest of initial training and scuttered off from PDU (the tutor unit) and landed only a few short months ago at my final destination, hopefully this will serve a purpose to anyone that wants to know what being a special is like and the things you may get up to, also for me to reflect back on how my seemingly never ending learning develops during my specials career.
I'm on duty later this week and with the fast approaching Brighton Pride gathering momentum there should be something to blog about :)
I read a post about gay officers and recruitment so I decided to add my first post about my own personal experience of unintentionally outing myself during day 1 of training (which I used to start this blogg), I received a number of messages in response which were more or less 'Thanks, I've been nervous about what training is going to be like'.... this prompted me to post 'My Survival guide to Specials Police Training at Slougham'.... with all the positive feedback and contact I've had from my posts made me think about this thing that everyone else seems to know all about.... blogging.
I thought I'd blog just the usual stuff that I get up to as an average middle aged ho-hum run-of-the mill kinda guy who's a volunteer police officer serving in Sussex, oh and happens to be gay (I haven't ever 'blogged' before so forgive me if I break any 'blogging protocol' if there is such a thing?).
As you can image the content of the coming months etc may be limited in detail, after all, I don't want to:
* Talk about things that: a) I'm not qualified to. b) Anthing I don't have the experience to formulate an educated comment on.
* Discuss what should or shouldn't be with regards to law/policing/funding/policy/(insert endless list of topics everyone seems to have an opinion on) and such like (see point above).
Maybe if I had started blogging 6 months ago, it would have contained a blog something like:
After my first ever arrest on my second day of PDU, I stood before the custody sergeant eager to demonstrate to everyone my newly learnt search skills, I started systematically searching thoroughly at the top and worked down to the feet. After checking his socks and shoes the custody sergeant passed me a wand like metal detector which beeped as he tested it against his computer monitor. I scanned my compliant subject and his jacket that was laying in front of the desk, not a single beep. I handed the wand back to the custody sergeant to which he replied "that's great, now if you could just do it again, but this time switch the wand on!". I felt so embarrassed and I re-scanned my now smirking arrestee (this time with the 'on' button pressed firmly down). I picked up his jacked and scanned it with the wand which sent it into a beeping frenzy as I waved it over the collar of the jacket, I looked closely, nothing, scanned it with the small area scan, 'beeeeeep', looked again, nothing, scanned again but the beeping wouldn't stop. "perhaps it could be the metal ring on your finger that you are holding the jacket with?" sighed the custody sergeant.
You may have guessed, I'm new at being a special and although I have flown the nest of initial training and scuttered off from PDU (the tutor unit) and landed only a few short months ago at my final destination, hopefully this will serve a purpose to anyone that wants to know what being a special is like and the things you may get up to, also for me to reflect back on how my seemingly never ending learning develops during my specials career.
I'm on duty later this week and with the fast approaching Brighton Pride gathering momentum there should be something to blog about :)
