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  1. 122 points
    Does anyone know where I can purchase one of these but at a cheaper price? http://www.copshopuk.com/acatalog/copy_of_Hurricane_2_Fleece.html They're the same ones that our specialist teams used to get issued and they are very nice (smart and warm) The wife has an issued one but won't let me use it I don't want it for work, but for normal outdoor use as my current berghaus has seen better days after 4 years and I haven't been able to find a decent replacement for it.
  2. 90 points
    I was in the pedestrianised area of a City Centre this afternoon, about 18:30 hours. It was dark. I was single crewed, and had just finished dealiing with a shoplifting offence in a large well known store, and had returned to my Police car, which I had parked outside. I had just started it up and put my seat belt on, when I saw an older lady, appearing to run towards my car. I wound down the window and asked how I could help. She told me she was in the city on a day trip, with a coach full of older people, from around 80 miles away. She said that two members of their party had not returned to the meeting point to catch the pre-booked coach back, at 17:30, and that the bus had been an hour waiting for them. She said they were frail, and partially sighted. I invited the lady to jump into the car, and informed the control room of the situation. I asked them to create an incident, and told them I was taking the lady with me to do an area search in attempt to find these older ladies. Shortly afterwards, I had a call from a female PC, who said there were two lost ladies in reception at the central police station, and thought it might be them. On this basis, I returned the lady I had with me to the coach, informed the driver I believed we'd located the missing two, and asked him to wait there, while I went and collected them. I then drove to the central nick, and went into the public reception. I was greeted by two elderly ladies, who seemed quite confused, and said they'd caught a taxi to the Police station, because they were lost. After confirming they were the missing two from the trip, I loaded their shopping, and walking frame into the rear of the Police car (focus estate), got them safely in, and drove them to where the coach was waiting. I led the less able-bodied lady onto the coach, who was hanging on to my hand for dear life bless her. I walked her to the rear of the coach, and got her settled into a seat, whereby she promptly began crying with releif, followed by an enormous round of applause/cheers, as I left the bus. Compared to all the rubbish, miserable jobs I have dealt with in the last three years, all the times I've been spat at, sworn at, all of the times I've taken grief from the public..... this very basic incident, and example of how we also help people, really restored a load of my faith in what we, as Police Officers, actually do. Even compared to some complex jobs I've seen through, Eg pervert justice, nothing has made me feel anywhere near as good as this one in a long, long time, probably since an incident whereby I helped a suicidal person from a railway track off duty. I'm not fishing for compliments, but I want to share how I feel, purely as a bit of encouragement for anyone who may be feeilng a bit jaded (Edited by SC James - spelling mistake!)
  3. 69 points
    Your rank PC Your length of service 2 1/2 years Your location South East London (Met) Your planned duty hours 1700-0300 (actual finish 1130) Duty Type late shift Date: 6th of August 2011 A bit of a different one here.... I start work at 1700 hours. As it's a weekend our late shfits are moved back a few hours to overlap more with the night shift. I'm operating on the "Q car" - working in plain clothes in an unmarked car equipped with blue lights and two tones. I'm not a massive fan of working in plain clothes but it is a nice change to spend a month doing something a bit different. As it's late saturday afternoon by the time we start things are already busy and despite having a lot of officers on duty we are still scrabbling around for units to take calls: the Q car often gets left alone and we can be a bit more picky with what calls we can take (indeed, there are some calls we really shoudn't take - RTCs, domestics or anything where you really should be in uniform). The Q car is also designed to be a bit more proactive rather than reactive - finding out own trouble. However, today is busy so we get stuck in and take calls pretty much like any other response car. A call comes in to a "suspects on" - there are some men on a roof of some garages stealing lead. My sergeant is running to it and she is a lot closer than us. She goes to the informant who was in a property overlooking the incident. He was alerted to what was going on by some very young children - by the time he looked out the men were off the roof but he did see some guys moving some items into a room of a building next door. My sergeant guides me and my colleague to the location where this happened. It's a well-known hostel with some well-known nominals in it. I turn up and speak to some young men near to where they were seen. The informant and the seargeant couldn't positively identify any of them as the one's who definately were on teh roof/moving the stuff about. I ask one of the guys "If I look in there will I find any lead?" (the room where someone was seen going in and out of and where this guy haas actually just walked out of when we arrived) And much to my surprise he says "yes"(!) I immediately nick him on suspicion of handling stolen goods (I can't link him to being the chap initially on the roof - he doesn't match the description. I perform a s.32 PACE search on the room and lo and behold there is a quantity of lead roofing under the bed! I take him into the nick for questioning and I have to deal with this case myself - I do the interview and he makes a full and frank confession: he said that the lead had just been given to him to look after by other residents in the hostel but he denies stealing it himself (this tallies with what our witnesses saw). He won't grass the others up. I'm sure we can get to the bottom of it in due course - but in the meantime we've got one charge for handling out of it. He's bailed out. This whole process has taken a good few hours - such is life with British policing. It's now getting on for 2100 hours. Time for refs! We make our way to the takeaway (ringing our orders in ahead). On the way back a general message gets broadcast on our personal radios. No-one is to go home, a force mobalisation has been declared due to disorder in Tottenham. What?! - that was unexpected.... I immediately look on BBC news on my iphone. Nothing of note on there - it can't be that serious. A minute or two later a roll-call of 7 level two officers (shield-trained public order officers) currently on duty is read out and told to report to our central police station at once. I only did the training 3 days before for the first time. I'm a complete rookie. My number is read out. To be honest - I'm more irritated than anything else. I have no idea what is going on - but I've just got a steaming curry which I've been looking forward to for ages and this undoubtedly will mean I'll be off really late, unable to get home, and probably sitting on a carrier waiting for something to happen which never will do. i have a moan to my driver as we make our way to my nick so I can pick up my gear. I arrive at the police station (a sattelite one - not the central one) and there is a buzz of activity. Most people aren't going up - it seems we're only sending one carrier. I head into the kitchen area to eat a couple of mouthfuls of curry (I don't know when I'm going to get to eat again) and then rush off to change into uniform (I'm in plain clothes remember) and get my riot gear. As I'm doing this I pass some officers watching a television and for the first time what is happening hits me. I can see images of angry mobs rioting in Tottenham. A rumour goes around that we're going to be sent to the Broadwater Farm estate. My mouth goes dry and a shiver goes down my spine. I'mamazed that the name of this estate doesn't have much of a resonance with some of the PCs - do none of them know their history? Of course, amongst the sergeants and older members of the team the name is haunted. This is begining to get serious. I don't know what our deployment will be so I put on my beat duty uniform and carry my riot kit in my bag. I head over to the main nick to meetup with my serial: we're a motley bunch made up from two different teams. I know most of them quite well though. I walk into the canteen where we were told to meet up and one of the sergeants says in a firm voice: "for god's sakes Ben, get kitted up!!!" He's watching the news and things are going from bad to worse. We're going into the middle of it. I don't have my usual undergarments for my level two kit with me (long sleeved t shirt and joggers) so it's going to have to go straight over the top of my beat duty uniform. Someone comes in with some long sleeved tops we give to prisoners who have their clothes seized. I gratefully take one. I've only ever worn the kit a couple of times and I think I look daft in it. I'm not a big bloke, I'm short, not muscley at all and wear glasses. One of my best friends on team always shouts out "awww, aint' he cute, Harry Potter off to war" whenever they see me in it. It always gets giggles from the others. I get kitted up in the writing room in front of all the other PCs. Jokes are being made but the seriousness of the developing situation is becoming clearer by the minute. The jokes are getting more nervous and I can see worry in the eyes of the PCs that aren't going when they look at our little group. After getting dressed I make my way out to the carrier - I meet the sergeant who will be leading our serial up there by the bus. I'm glad it's him. He's ex-TSG, an all round nice bloke, compotent, confident and has seen his fair share of action. I wouldn't rather be with anyone else. He's business like and getting us to all look after eachother. He tells us we're heading straight for the middle of it and we're to meet up with our "bronze" commander outside Tottenham police station. We blue light it to North London........ As we pass the southern suburbs of London, then central London Saturday night is in full swing. It looks like any other Saturday night - people drinking and laughing in pubs and bars. As we go through trendy shoreditch I'm amazed at how no-one seems to bat an eyelid at our little bus zooming towards a full-scale riot. We go up through Stoke Newington and as we pass the nick we see the first signs of the unfolding police operation: lots of carriers are apparently RVPing there - we just blat straight past to the riot a few miles up the road. We arrive in Tottenham a couple of minutes later. I'm not ashamed to admit I was scared. I've never been scared, properly scared, before in this job before. But today I am - I feel slightly sick, my mouth is dry and I have an impending sense of dread. Stories from 1985 circle in my head over and over again - I have an interest in police history and have read accounts of what happened in Tottenham before over and over again. I now wish I didn't have such an interest. As we push up the main road the air is thick with smoke, I can see fires up ahead and huge crowds milling about. The whole place stinks of burning. There is shattered glass and bricks all over the floor. It's like something out of hell. We get behind a cordon of officers - they are only level 3 officers -wearing normal beat duty uniforms - and we meet up with the "bronze" commander. The rest of our PSU (we are supposed to form a unit with two other buses of officers) has not arrived but there is an urgent task at hand - the fire brigade need escorting to the site of a fire. We get thrown together with a some different officers to make up a makeshift PSU and form a "bubble" around a fire crew and advance towards the site of a fire (if you saw the clip that was repeatedly used on BBC of the officers marching with the fire brigade this is that incident). We leave the safety of the cordon and march past the crowd. At this point we're not being attacked - many of the people in the crowd seem to be just spectators - others are chanting slogans and abuse at us. For god's sake! We're here to put out a fire! We march a few hundred metres up the road but then the fire brigade commander decides to go back - I'm not entirely sure why - I think it's because another fire engine has got through via a different route. We return to our cordon. On the march back more abuse and insults are coming our way. The crowd at this end are getting a bit more abusive now - people are coming right up to us and shouting abuse. There's nothing physical. Yet. The flames are behind us. I assume the riot is too. I see Jody Mcintyre in his wheelchair - it's amazing how the same faces crawl out of the woodwork (I call over my sergeant just to make him aware who he is and that he and his mates may try to provoke some sort of reaction from us to feed his anti-police agenda). At one point Jody stands directly in front of the police line for a minute or two in what can only be described as some sort of bizarre challenge. He then wheels his own chair awkwardly to one side. I see him a bit later courting a camera crew. The most bizarre thing is though is the people that still want to get through and walk up brazen as anything to a line of police in riot gear. One tries to just barge past me and politely gets pushed back. It's for their own safety and they don't seem to grasp that a full-scale riot is taking place: despite the smoke in the air and the bricks on the ground. - Breaking the chronology a second, I was greatly amused much later on when things were calming down by a drunk guy who insisted and insisted that he had the right to come through. He was swearing, arguing and just wouldn't take the hint. He argued for a good twenty minutes and then eventually cleared off. Five minutes later he returned with what I assumed was an amateur film crew to air his grievences on camera. After a pointless argument with some (very polite) police officers the camera guy (who we assumed would be on his side) said "dude, you've made me waste 10 minutes of film! I'm already low on battery - I thought you had a genuine complaint against these guys. You're just a drunk twit!" +1 for the Old Bill! The crowd were slowly turning more hostile. The demographics of the crowd were changing too - there was a real mix of people before, old, young, black, white, male, female - plus quite a significant contingent of orthodox jews. Now the crowd seemed to mostly consist of young men in tracksuits - many with masked faces. It was getting a bit more sinister - I thought the riot was behind us!!! Then came the bricks and bottles. We came under a heavy shower of missiles from the crowd. In training it was a bit like tennis - you see them coming towards you and bat them away with your shield. Now it was dark and you had no idea where they were coming from. You can see members of the crowd with their arms going in throwing motions, you try and follow the missile but it gets lost in the dark sky. The next thing you know it's on top of you. I took a brick square in the shoulder. It knocked me back a pace or two but fortunately my pads protected me quite well. My colleague, who had also only just done her training with me, got hit square in the groin. For several hours we stood there and took it. bottles, bricks, fireworks - you name it. It was extremely frustrating but we just didn't have the resources to go forward. Behind us there was no-one. If we charged forward then people would have easily got in behind us and that would have been a disaster. I could hear other units elsewhere in the riot screaming for urgent assistance - officers were getting hurt. It was so frustrating not being able to go to them - but we had to hold our line where we were. All of a sudden a police car - that was about 50 metres in front of us - initially manned by one PC directing traffic when we arrived came under sustained attack and then burst into flames! What happened to that PC that was up there?! no-one seemed to know in all the confusion. We had to go and check. We drew batons and were ordered forward in a rush. This is when the "100 metre heroes" come into play. All the big men that want to shout and throw things suddenly become cowards when we actually advance. We were outnumbered 5 to 1 but these cowardly criminals have no appetite for a real fight. We get within a few metres of the car and we are satisfied that the PC is long gone. We return to our previous positions and we watch the car burn. We've been on this line for hours now. I'm starving but more to the point I am desperate for a drink. The public order clothing makes me sweat like anything. I've not eaten or even drunk anything properly for hours and hours. About 0300 hours things are quieter in my sector and we reduce the number of people on the line to have rolling breaks. I go into Tottenham nick and see dozens of exhausted looking PCs sprawled all around the nick. I manage to find a cup and a tap and liberally down several cup loads of water. I then sit in the abandoned front office, alone in the dark, for five minutes to gather my thoughts and get the welcome effects of a fan someone has left on. I potter into the yard to find my colleagues and I see the best, most welcome, operational feeding ever! Someone has turned up in a minibus rammed full of chocolate bars, bottled water and bananas.... where they got them I have no idea. I get a much-needed sugar hit! We resume our position on the line a short time later. Not much is happening here now (we have the incident with the drunk guy and the film crew). We can hear reports of looting and sparodic disorder elsewhere but here it seems our battle is over. By the sounds of it we didn't have the worse of it but it was still tough - I wasn't prepared for it when I woke up the previous morning. We stand on the line for another few hours - at about 0930 we are relieved by a group of officers who had arrived from Thames Valley and Kent. I never thought I'd be so grateful to see the county mounties! We get back on the bus and each write a statement for the night's activities - paperwork doesn't stop just because there's a riot! We then "move the carrier around" to get it pointing in the right direction for leaving (it's actually just an excuse to go on a little drive to see the devesation behind our position. It's amazing. The sight of the Carpetright building, the remains of the bus and the burnt out police cars are all like something out of a disaster film. Bleary-eyed residents are starting to emerge and gaze in shock and disbelief at the state of their high street. I take a few photos on my phone. The morning shifts are still organising their reliefs and their roles. We sit for what seems like ages but eventually we are told we can go - it's been a long night but the sergeant has to go for a debrief at the control centre - frankly, it's an unwanted delay for all. We sit outside for quite a while and then someone mentions McDonalds. I am suddenly starving. We drive off in search of a sausage and egg McMuffin. We get in the queue when the sergeant rings us and we tell him we're getting some breakfast. He says "come back and pick me up, we need to go home". We leave without getting our breakfast!!! one PC looks close to tears! A few seconds later the sergeant rings again - he misunderstood - he thought we said we'd already had breakfast! He says that of course we can get sme food! and he'd like a McMuffin too! suitably fortified we went and collected him and went back to the nick. Our duties office had already rang us and told us we had to be back in work for 1900 that evening. We book off at 1130. It's only the start of one of the longest weeks of my life....
  4. 58 points
    Sometimes I think that we don't give ourselves enough credit for what we do....here's a little reminder
  5. 51 points
    Hi my name is Steve; I have been working in around and for police since 1994. You will know me as SBG on here. I want to tell you a story, mainly for the blokes on here but also for the woman so that they can tell men too. We all think when we are on the streets that we are going to get shot, stabbed or hurt in another way but the one thing that we never check is ourselves. We put our issue body armour on, cuffs baton and spray, hoping that we never have to use it. Deal with drugs, violence and abuse every day or just when we can, but what are protecting us and society from? I have lived a healthy-ish lifestyle, don't smoke, may be drink a little never used drugs ok a little over weight, even exercised, especially when I have to re-qualify in OST! But I never though my own body would say sod you! I found a lump, just a small one on the left, it was different felt wrong. It's the beginning of October, It will go away. I was on holiday with my husband, and another couple doing the Sound of Music Tour from Salzburg, enjoying the alpine way of life not thinking of anything other than I don't have to go to work tomorrow and enjoying the scenery. So the holiday is over and work starts a pace, have do don PDRs on my officers, compulsory training schedule needs to be sorted out and have some operations that need to be sorted. So here comes November, the lump has not gone away, in fact start to get a little pain, from the left. Its Monday and its my appointment, see my doctor, I am nervous and I am cold, the waiting room is crowded, do I need to do this? It will go away, the unfriendly noise of the matrix board sounds "Steve for Doctor" flashes up so I go through, she says hi I don't sit and tell her that I have found a lump and it's a little painful. "Ok" she says, "let's have a look at you". The curtain is pulled round you and you know that you need to sit on the bed, no lay down. Waiting there whilst you hear the familiar sound of gloves being pulled on is strange you have never been on the other end of the latex before. Doctor feels in and finds the same lump as you have and asks you to confirm that it's the same one by feeling yourself and you say yes, the Doc says ok. You dress and sit back down next to them and they say "ok lets get you seen" you know what it is, but you don't know what IT is. Three days later the post arrives and you have an appointment. You let your husband / loved one know that you have to go to hospital, and they ask you why you have not told them before, you cant answer that but all you care is they are there with you when you go to hospital. You enter the unit and see how many people are sat before you, with your iPod and book ready for a wait. Your called forward you enter, sit and go through the embarrassing story again. The consultant feels, writes some notes and feels again and then says "Lets get that scanned – if you go next door they will do it straight away". You walk into another room. Another Doctor is waiting with some warm KY jelly and a ultrasound machine, then starts taking pictures of your balls. The right one looks like a grape, on the screen white and stripy. The left on the other hand is a black void. You hear the click of a camera release, like SOCO on a crime scene, several times whilst you are lying there. Once dressed and cleaned up you have the third room with a nurse practitioner and consultant, you know what is coming but your not quite ready for it. "I am sorry to say that you appear to have a tumour, I would like to admit you now" But my car is in the NCP, "we would like to carry an Orchiectomy as soon as possible, so if you cant come in tonight then please come in tomorrow morning. You need to be nil by mouth from midnight." I cried. Tony was a rock and was there immediately for me. What was this? I have cancer, testicular cancer. Why, what have I done why me, why now, why do perfect situations have to go wrong. The nurse looked after us both making us a brew. I must have sounded off several times and asked again why oh and once more why. Tony sat and asked the real questions. He rang my work, my boss knew what was going on, Sue was fine. My parents were next. I had called them from work this morning. I hadn't wanted to worry them. Mum had said call her once I had an answer. Living in Spain, they were anxious for news. I called them and told them that I had to go into hospital for an operation. Mum was upset, but ok Dad concerned. We spoke for a while once we had returned home, thanks to the internet and webcams. Reporting to the ward on Wednesday, about 6 weeks from finding the lump, I was prepped for surgery. The nursing staff, as expected, were great, attentive and looked after Tony, I would be fine. They would remove this ball and that would be the end of it. At 11 I went to surgery, Guy's has never looked so big before, strange how things look from a being pushed and not being able to walk there. The central operating area approached I was asked my name date of birth more time than I had ever asked someone in custody. Once though all the checks I ended up in the anti room to the theatre. There once again I repeat my name and Date of Birth. They confirm what is happening again and then I am put to sleep. I woke up with the junior nurse that I had gone down from the ward with to theatre, looking over me, "he is awake" the charge nurse gave me some drugs for the pain. The porter comes and takes me back to the ward. Its Thursday, we leave via taxi for home, minus one part of me. Friends, facebook, email is going strong with messages of support and help. Both services that I have worked for have been on the phone. BTP and the Met are asking how they can help, Andy my s/Sgt is filling in for me making sure the paperwork is being filled out and any emails are being answered. Amazon is sorting out Christmas. Then the next round of hospital appointments starts. I have to have several blood tests, CT scans and kidney function tests, so much so I think of transferring to Guys SNT! But I still have not had the result that I need to know. The appointment is two weeks after the operation. Tony and I are waiting for that information more that anything else, has the cancer spread? The clinic at Guys that this all started is becoming familiar, I return, my parents are flying back tomorrow and so I am looking forward to seeing them. I told them not to fly back before as we could talk each day on the internet, which worked well. My mum was better, Dad ok too. So it was today that I would get my oncology results. It hadn't spread; the tumour was a level one seminoma that had now been removed. That's it its all over! Tony wept. We both were relieved to hear the news, I think I had worked myself up to thinking the worst and I am not sure what he had thought. Well not quite. The chances of it coming back are 16 to 20%. "So what's happens next?" I asked. Chemotherapy was the answer it would reduce the risk to 0-5% of reoccurrence and only one dose. I had survived. My treatment continues and I will keep you updated. The treatment has started and I feel ok, not too sick, a bit tired and I am not able to do any duty at the moment, but at least I am ok. To my friends, colleagues and family that have been around me to support me thank you! I have to also thank the NHS, whilst we all hear stories about how bad it is. From me going to my doctor to operation was NINE days. The treatment that I am now getting is first class and the nurses and doctors are dedicated and committed. For those who work with me I will be back shortly and those who drive trade vehicles through my parks, watch out! Those who know me on here thank you for your support and morever I couldn't survive without out and I will be at the next LPDC oh and the first is on me! To Tony I love you x I found it in time so I have two words, male or female Check yourself! Steve Edit - Picture of me and Tony (Left) (me right with the red rack sack on) at the Eagles Nest
  6. 48 points
    Its 16:45 and the office is filled with the merriment of that Friday feeling, you look around and see the anticipation of a frosty pint in everyone's eyes as they exchange schematics of nightclub movements and dressing details. Finally its your turn to be questioned, people cant help but notice the adrenaline fueled finger tapping on your desk has reached near critical as the final minutes tick by, somebody asks "So... What have you got planned?". A faint film of perspiration condenses across your forehead and you explode in eagerness and excitement, "Oh! Me! I'm working 8 hours tonight and tomorrow! Cant wait!" There is a deafening silence followed by the thud of several fainting staff members as it dawns on their unbelieving agony stricken faces that you aren't being sarcastic.
  7. 42 points
    I am the Central Motorway Police Group Inspector who had to retire because of Regulation A19 and decided to come back as a Special Constable. First thing, may I say how good it was to read that the majority of you are supportive. Secondly, I need to let you know a few facts just to prevent the spread of any misinformation or rumours. I made the decision to become a Special all by myself, with no suggestion or encouragement from elsewhere. Having made the decision, the Special Constabulary hierachy were very supportive, as was my Chief Superintendent. As things progressed and I stumbled across a few bureaucratic obstacles, ACPO, the Police Federation and a number of senior Police Staff, all assisted in kicking those obstacles into touch. Hopefully, if any regular decides to follow my lead, they will find the path somewhat easier. I have kept my driving grade. I have not had to undergo any further training as, after 34 years and 4 months, including 13 years as a Traffic Inspector and 7 years on the Motorway, I flatter myself that I am fully trained. I will, however, have to be refreshed at the same intervals as anyone else - PST and First Aid training being the obvious examples. I remain in the specialist post in which I was serving and I am assisting in the integration of more of the Special Constabulary into the CMPG. I have not got a new uniform - apart from my epaulettes. I was able to keep my old collar number, prefaced with a '7', so I don't even have to remember a completely new number. No, I supose I'm not the usual Special as someone put it, but I hope to be able to continue to make a meaningful contribution to policing for a while yet. Just to conclude, my regular service finished at midnight on March 31st. At midnight, I was sworn in as a Special Constable, thus making my service continuous.
  8. 41 points
    It would be morally wrong. If two people apply and one is a better candidate then it would be morally wrong to suggest that the one who is not qualified gets the job. If we allowed this then why not make sure a suitable proportion of gay/straight people get in, or left handers, right handers, or catholics, or those with red hair, or males and females etc etc. The more we continue to talk about race the more it becomes an issue. Fairness and impartiality in the face of the law is the only benchmark that we should measure ourselves by. We are making ourselves look more and more like joke as each day goes by. Why not just have done with it and change the uniform to clown costumes?
  9. 41 points
    I would rearrange his facial features, and see if he laughs then.
  10. 38 points
    Why does everyone but me seem to get awesome issued kit? Those look quite good, I may be interested in getting one too but I'm not paying 90-odd quid for it.
  11. 38 points
    Since i've got some time to kill before I next go to "not be anywhere to be seen when theres crime taking place" (or 'work' as I call it). I thought i'd find some images to help support my argument... Kettling? Not enough space to move around or get out of the way of the missles Optio? Looks like they all have loads of room to move around doesn't it. If you were penned up against the Police then it was your own group penning you in, not us. We have to be there to keep you contained to a point, because if we don't you'd have splintered off and we'd have been chasing after you (Oxford St and Prince Charles as an example?). But of course you're there to peacefully protest at Parliament, so why would you want to be anywhere BUT Parliament? Therefore why should it matter if we keep you in Parliament Square? The Police started the violence using Kettling and Mounted Division did they Optio? (Image shamelessly stolen from recent Inspector Gadget Blog article - http://inspectorgadget.wordpress.com/ This photograph was taken before 14:00 hours (thats 2pm) BEFORE any containment went on, and before the Mounted Division did their one-and-only charge into the crowd. If you were peaceful up until that point, how do you explain this photo? To quote the immortally wise Gadget; Just gone to beat up the protesters have they Optio? Say that to him. Or him. Or him. But then, it's our job right? We should expect it right? We wouldn't rather be at home with our families at all would we... I hope you never find yourself a part of the ever-thinning blue line. I hope you're always in position to preach from your armchair of wisdom. Peaceful protest? I hope you know what those statues represent to millions. Welcome to London.
  12. 36 points
    You try to open your front door with your personal access key, You answer the phone with Go Ahead People who have never spoken to you before at work ask you about aspects of policy policy which you can't divulge People who used to talk quite freely about their unlawful dealings stop talking to you You find your 'day clothes' feel a bit lightweight after walking about with an extra 10kg of body armour and equipment You find yourself people watching The innocence regarding the normally unseen activities in you neighbourhood is lost
  13. 34 points
    Hello to all. I have seen alot of talk on this forum about the CNC and so I wanted to take an opportunity to spell out the truth about the CNC and try and give all those of you looking to apply a bit of information that will help you in deciding whether this is the job for you or not. I ama serving CNC officer and I know when I was applying I looked on the internet for information, but didn't find much other than what is posted on this forum, so I hope that this will help some people. The CNC have 18 sites that they man. These are spotted all over the country, with Sellafield in Cumbria, Dounreay in North of Scotland and Harwell being the only ones that are manned wholy by the CNC (i.e gate guards and armed officers) the rest have civilian security guards manning the site, and a small CNC armed response team. At present (early 2011) the CNC are only recruiting for Sellafield as there is a massive uplift of officers here. Application When you apply your application goes through a paper sift. This is based on your answers alone. If you are successful you are invited to an assesment centre in Ryton (near COventry) for a day's assesment centre. This is the same test as all other Home Office Forces give (don't let them tell you otherwise...it is EXACTLY the same). The assesment centre consists of numeric and verbal reasoning in which you have to answer multiple choice questions based on a variety of scenarios. THere is also a written exercise where you have to write a report based on a given subject, and there are scenario based exercises where you have to speak to a staff member or member of the public about a sensitive subject or complaint etc. You will also have a verbal interview, which is answering pretty much the same as the competancy based questions in the application form. A few weeks after sitting this assesment you will get your scores back from the CNC and they will let you know you have been accepted. At this point you are pretty much in the CNC apart from they don't know where to put you or when you will be starting. You will be offered dates for a medical, which is easily passed as long as you are fit and healthy and a fitness test (which is currently 9.4 on bleep test and a series of Push ups and sit ups. Then what they do is start to look at where they need officers. Bearing in mind that the CNC is about 1000 officers and these are split between the sites I mentioned above, with lots more being at the larger sites, you can tell how many there are at each. Every couple of months or so, they have a manning meeting, at which they decide how many people they must recruit or move internally to fill gaps at all the sites. If there is a gap to be filled and they cannot do it internally then they will offer that place to a new recruit. Sometimes there will be a big recruitment drive for a specific site, like currently at Sellafield, or a series of sites, in line with a change in strategy. In these instances you will be able to get a posting to wherever you want. So if you have the luck of being picked as someone who can go to one of these sites that are recruiting then the CNC will contact you and let you know that you have a place. If you have applied and your choice of site is not available, or they fill all the gaps that are available, then you will litteraly sit in a queue and could end up going over 18 months since you applied. At this point they will insist on you taking the assesment centre, fitness and medical tests again to stay valid. Above all in most cases the recruitment process can take from as little as 6 months from start to finish, to over a year. Training Training is in Culham, Oxfordshire. It is 16 weeks where you live in a hotel. The training encompasses most Law and Police stuff as well as lots of Terrorism , and then 6 or 7 weeks of Firearms and Tactics training. The course is easy to pass if you are switched on. Most people fall down on the Firearms and mostly because they are not mentally prepared for carrying out tactics and drills that will potentially lead to you taking someones life someday. The firearms tactics training is very intense and you will learn alot of stuff in a few small weeks. The Job. If you are posted to one of the main units (Harwell, Sellafield or Dounreay) you will have to wait for about 6 months or so before being allowed to go on patrol with a weapon. Duties mainly include manning gates, vehicle and person checks on entering and exiting the site. Once armed you will man a Armed Response Vehicle and patrol the area around the site and the site itself, checking various vulnerable areas. Not being a Sellafield Officer I cannot comment too much on that. I am at a support unit where there are no vehicle/person searches to complete, and duties include vehicle patrols around the site and the 5km area, static observations of site workers on in/out muster times and foot patrols around the interior and exterior of the site. It's not the Home Office!!! Be aware that the CNC is not a Police Force for people who want to be chasing criminals and making arrests, in fact you will be very lucky to arrest anyone. The job is about countering terrorism at the sites and looking after the Nuclear Material and Site Workers. However bare in mind that we are still a Police force and drive around in Police vehicles wearing Police uniforms, and have all the powers and priveleges of a Police Constable in areas relevant to the Nuclear sites, therefore when out on patrol you do come across things where you will use your powers or have to act in your capacity as a Police Officer. Most common are RTC's, searches for Missing Persons, assistance to Home Office forces searching areas etc. Opportunities There are specialist opportunities to explore once you have completed your 2 year probation. These include Special Branch, Road and Marine Escort, Dog Handler, Rifle Officer, CBRN Responder, Tactical Care Officer, Tutor Constable, Firearms and General Trainer, PST Instructor. Most of these jobs are only available at the main sites (Harwell, Sellafield, Dounreay) however, or at HQ at Culham. You can become a Tactical Care Officer, CBRN Responder, Tutor Constable and PST instructor whilst working at your unit however, but pickings are slim for these posts. If i have missed anything or anyone wants any extra info please post here. Also others who can expand on this please add. I feel that, as the CNC is about the only force recruiting at the moment, the people should have as much info as they can get. Thanks for reading!
  14. 34 points
    Well, after hitting 10 years service this week, I've made the very difficult decision to call time on my service in the police. I have been dwelling on it for some time, but despite that it feels odd that I've actually gone and done it. I always regarded myself as a career Special - up until just a couple of years ago I saw myself aiming for 20 or 30 years service. The time I've had in the Specials has been nothing short of amazing, and regardless of any moans that some including myself may have on here about policing, if any of you reading this aren't Specials and are considering joining then you need to just do it. It's given me so much life experience, and considering I left school at 16 with virtually no qualifications, it has benefited me immensely outside of the police as well. I don't regret joining for a moment. I applied unsuccessfully at 18, and then again at 19. I felt like giving up, but persevered and finally got in at 20 on my third attempt. Lord Vader was actually one of my assessors, and as well as him I've worked with a number of forum members off here. I have worked with lots of brilliant officers, but I want to pay special thanks on here to markdn who is my S/Insp and who I've worked with for over 5 years now. I've had a great time as a Special - I reckon I've had somewhere in the region of 50-60 arrests since I joined, some of whom have gone to prison for their crimes. I've been on TV twice and met some amazing people - not just colleagues but members of the public too. I've both witnessed and been subject to violence and dealt with everything from dead bodies to the dead stupid. Burglars, drug dealers, people shagging in their cars, illegal raves, car thieves - I've dealt with all these types people and situations and countless others. I honestly don't think there is any voluntary job out there that gives you as much responsibility or exposure to the real world as what being a Special Constable does. The job alone can be incredibly difficult anyway, even more so with the fact that we don't have the same level of knowledge or training as regulars. I know I'm a mod and could be seen as biased, but this forum has been a huge help, both in terms of individual bits of advice from forum members, as well as finding answers to anything I've been unsure of. On that note I also want to thank those of you that have given me advice and guidance, both on the forum and in PM, over the years. I will still be serving until the end of April, and will then hand my kit and my warrant card back. I don't know what I will do in terms of moderating on here - I will continue for the short term at least but after that we shall see. Whatever I decide in terms of whether to continue moderating, I will definitely stick around and continue as an active member of the forum. Giraffe
  15. 34 points
    Not quite a full shift write up but the story of my first arrest on my first night shift :D Was teamed up for the night with a PC but first job out of briefing and she locks up for a really complicated burglary with intent to steal. She's got loads of statements to take, and we've got some concerns over the prisoner so I jump in the back of the van to go back to custody. All booked in, we go back to do a house search, then back off to custody again to drop the forms and the prisoner's keys back off (whoever came up with the idea of putting custody at the very far end of the division needs their heads checking..). PC is still doing statements, not much I can do so I stay in the van for the ride out. We get diverted to one or two jobs. I've not worked with this PC before, but he's good, I like him. Heading back to the nick, we hear comms trying to assign a job of two prowlers seen trying car doors and boots. PC asks if I fancy going taking a look, I'm up for that, so we shout up and take it, its not too far away. We get there and take a look down the street the males were last seen in. There's a bit of a feeling about this job, we both feel it, and decide we'll take a better look. We both jump out, split up and take a look around. No sign of anything, but still something doesn't feel right. Not to sound too cheesy, but it was just a bit too quiet... Jump back in the van and decide we'll do a bit of an area search. Take the next turn off down a side street and I spot a security light on. We jump out again and have a walk round. I spot another security light on the side of the house on the corner of the main road. We head that way to take a look. We head into the side garden to have a look and a listen, PC thinks theres someone nearby, and walks down the side back towards the main road to have a look. Suddenly, there's a noise of bushes rustling, and heavy footsteps behind me, I can't see but I shout out, the PC turns, and starts running, I follow. He shouts up that he's chasing two males, and they've gone into gardens and are fence hopping. I've still not seen them myself. I realise I can cut them off by heading back to where we've parked the van, so I turn and run that way. Shout up to advise I'm on the other side and the males are sort of contained. PC asks for further units on the hurry up and a dog. Apparently though, there's no dog on duty. Useful. Alls now gone quiet, another double crewed unit arrives. It's not taken me long to get back round to my side, so the males must have gone to ground. I start looking in gardens as best I can whilst keeping the containment on this side. The regs are searching the main road side where the males were last seen. I keep hearing noises, but I can't tell if it's the suspects, the other officers, or just cats (I almost shouted up I'd found them once, only to realise it was a cat. That could have been embarassing...). I hear one sound from the area around a house, and find the gate open. It's directly behind the area they were last seen. I shout up and the regs join me, we check everywhere but can't find any trace. I even check the bins. The regs go back to the main road and I stay on the side street. I have a wander down the road and find almost every gate open. We've obviously disturbed these males, they've been busy looking all down this street. 45 mins passes, we've still had no further sightings. Comms have asked for an update at least once, we're going to have to give up. I go and lean on the bonnet of our van and carry on keeping an eye out on my side. Feel a bit dissapointed, I was sure we'd got them contained, but there's no sign anywhere. I curse the lack of dog unit a few times. It's a Friday night, why isn't there a bloody dog on duty. A resident comes out to talk to me, he just wants to know why we've been in his garden and whats going on, he's friendly enough so we chat for a bit. Ironically, the security light we initially came to check out is broken, and apparently goes on and off all night. While we're standing there, there's a sound again. We both stop dead and listen, I'm struggling to pick out the direction with an ear piece in, but the MOP is certain it came from the area we'd looked in earlier. I have another look. The MOP heads to the end of the road and says he'll cover that side. I'm sure we've checked one garden thouroughly, but it shares a drive with next door. I can't get into their garden, their conservatory is right up against the garage, and there's a fence panel in the way. I shine my torch in the garden through the conservatory and peer through the reflection. My heart stops for a minute, there's a recognisable shape at the bottom of some bushes. I stop still for a second to process it, I want to be really sure this time, I've already shouted up once. I'm sure though, I can see a shoe, and I can make out the leg its on the end of. I step away and whisper into the radio. Comms can't hear me, I have to step back a bit further and speak a bit louder, I'm scared they'll be gone when I go back to the garden, but they've not moved. I wait until my three colleagues arrive, and point to the beam of my torch. The PC I'm crewed with is practically jumping up and down and whispering "***ing good lad! ****ing great spot! Nice one!". We move the fence panel out of the way and the two of us squeeze through the gap and into the garden. We walk right over and drag them out one at time. They've been curled up fetal under these bushes the whole time. They stayed there right until we were stood next to them! PC cuffs one and passes him out through the gap to the other officers. I cuff the other, my hands are shaking a bit, first time my cuffs have been used for real! We take them back to the vans and stick one in each for the trip back. I get plenty of pats on the back and well dones. We have a quick chat and decide what to arrest them for. They've obviously been out looking to steal stuff, and when searched they've got some strange things in their possesion, and we found some gloves in the bushes but the discription on the initial call was "two white males", and we've not found any signs of a break in anywhere. Quick point to point with the sergeant, and we go for Suspicion of Interferance with a Motor Vehicle. Hopefully some jobs will come in in the morning and we'll be able to tie them to it. PC asks how many I want, and we decide to split it. I open the van and give mine the good news, stumbling a bit over the caution. On the way to custody, the PC gets a point to point from the inspector, he's been listening and is thrilled with the result, he promises to put it on his log and make sure a good investigation is done in the morning, he comes down whilst we're in custody and has a chat with us. I'm made up :D Unfortunately, nothing further came in, and the description was too weak to tie them to the original call, so they were released 24 hours later. Dissapointing, but as the inspector told us, we've disturbed them, interupted their night, inconvenienced them with 24 hours in a cell, and probably stopped them from getting something. The intelligence is there now, and I fully believe in karma, their time will come! And I get a cracking first arrest, and a great story to tell!
  16. 33 points
    They really do become like water off a duck's back.... Just try and remember its directed at the uniform and the position you hold, not you as a human being. Learn yourself a few phrases to respond with to this sort of junk and keep them in your armoury. Something polite which appears witty which hammers home the point that those comments aren't ones to be made to you if they want to go home for the night. Something like "carry on and this doesn't end well for you". Listen to how more experienced Officers respond, pick up their phrases, their tone and their body language, and you'll soon start to get your message across whilst still appearing friendly-ish. My regular one is to ask people to tell me again I can't do something... I'm taking your drink off you as you're under-age. You can't do that. Yes I can. No you can't. Yes I can. No you can't. ....deep breath in.... You going to tell me again I can't? "You were bullied at school weren't you." "No mate, I did the bullying." "You're only saying it because I'm black" "You're only saying because I'm white. Now who's the racist?" "I pay your wages" "I pay your benefits" or "Excellent I'm on double time tonight, cheers for that." "I make twice your salary" "Can I have a pay rise then as I'm sure you'll be telling me next you pay my wages." "I'm not talking to you, I'm old enough to be your Dad" "It doesn't say much about you then that someone so young is telling you to grow up." "Wait until I see you off duty." "You'd have to look hard, I wouldn't be seen dead round here." Keep it civil, keep it to the point, and if all else fails remember you ask them, then you tell them, then you make them. You can't say you didn't give 'em enough warning to adjust their behaviour! From your post you sound pretty switched on though, you'll become more adept at such inane conversation soon enough. You could alternatively just ignore them, but depending on the audience there's no harm in responding in kind in my opinion, providing its polite. Most replies will confuse them so much either their head will explode or they'll walk off home to try and figure out what you meant.
  17. 32 points
    My fellow officers noticed my fly was broken on the uniform trousers during a briefing. There was no extension at this point, thankfully (most of the blood was rushing to my cheeks). It was an emotional day.
  18. 32 points
    Sounds like your "friend" is actually a massive bellend.
  19. 29 points
  20. 29 points
    why on earth would you need a stab vest to go out handing out leaflets?!
  21. 28 points
    I wanted to share some good news with everyone on the forum have had two cycles of ABVD chemotherapy - 4 treatments and at an appointment with the cancer doctor today was told that the cancer has completely gone, and I am classed as being in metabolic remission, basically have another 4 months of chemotherapy and then it's done. To say I'm relieved would be a massive understatement
  22. 28 points
    A memorable one: I was going for a smoke at a North West London Rail Station with a member of rail staff I got on very well with. This member of staff is around 6ft six and 18 stone. Anyway we are laughing and joking as we stroll from the station to the staff only area at the back so I can have my smoke break. Anyway, no sooner have I lit up than an urgent message comes out that an officer requires urgent assistance at my location. Cigarette chucked and I race back to the station. As I am running into the station half of Brent borough seem to be turning up on the blue. A Met skipper runs up and asks whats going on and mentions 'Its one of yours'. We conduct a station sweep and can find noone requiring assistance which is quite worrying and so we ask for train drivers to be made aware incase it occurred on a train. Along comes a Met PCSO. He looks at me concerned and say 'Are you okay mate?'. I say, 'yea fine' wondering what he's on about. To cut a long story short - the Met PCSO was on a bus passing the station when the member of railstaff and I walked out. Misinterpreting our jovial body language and backslapping as a violent fight he had put up urgent assistance on my behalf. So I think I am one of the only people who can say they have backed up to their own urgent assistance shout!
  23. 28 points
    Guys, thanks very much for the comments, but I would like to point out that it was in fact Naria who managed to get him cuffed as I was dealing with the after effects of being sprayed with CS. I thought it would be a nice quite few hours duty and I did actually think twice about taking my CS out as I thought "it is only a rememberance day parade, what could go wrong". This was the first time in 28 years as a Special that I have been in this situation. It is nice a get a positive story about the Specials and the Police for a change. Once again thanks for all the good comments Gazza, you can come round to me office with the tea and biscuits
  24. 27 points
    There are many threads on this topic. In summary these are the main reasons: 1. They are themselves criminals 2. They are close relatives of criminals 3. They are fourteen years old and rebelling (usually on the internet in the comments section of videos) 4. They are law-abiding, yet wannabe gansters (often crossover with number 3 above) 5. They are motorists who feel the law doesn't apply to them and that they as individuals are somehow 'above' such petty matters 6. They are left-wingers who necessarily feel oppressed by the apparatus of state as an integral part of their worldview 7. They are right-wingers who necessarily feel that the police are uselessly soft as part of their worldview 8. They are foreign and have a different view of the police because the police in their home country are corrupt/brutal/inept 9. They are victims of petty crime that the police have trouble charging for 10. They are clinically insane 11. They are victims of incivility by a minority of Constables.* 12. They are Freemen ** 13. They are of the mind that the police should be at their beck and call *** 14. They are adverse to being told what to do by someone who, by their job description, often needs to tell them what to do. *** * Courtesy of cooldude786 and Alex_101 (and others) **Courtesy of Rocket ***Courtesy of WAID
  25. 25 points
    When you're in the car with your spouse/partner/boyfriend/girlfriend and feel the need to point out every moving traffic offence that you notice.
  26. 25 points
  27. 25 points
    11. You spend too much time on duty as a Special Constable.
  28. 25 points
    Because we have a very low rate of gun crime, compared to other countries that have firearms as the norm. If we arm up, then the criminals will arm up. Then it will be a arms race for who has the best guns. (why would we have such weapons that would not be as useful against another). Simply put, we have one of the best police services in the world and this is one of the reasons why.
  29. 25 points
    You grab all your kit, run to the nearest phone box (if it hasn't been removed by BT) shut the door, spin round several times, rush out and shout "Im on duty!!!!" :D
  30. 25 points
    Utter rubbish. I'll be doing two solid weeks. But if it were a matter of family, job, specials look what's on the last point on the list. I can give the time but those that can't, can't. Specialling doesn't pay the bills, doesn't feed my son, doesn't tidy up the house. With regards to hour of need, this event has been in the offing for literally years. The MPS have ramped up specials on the basis that people will want to help. If people can't help, they can't. Would you really kick people out with say 10 years service who might work in their day jobs doing something directly related to the Olympics just because they didn't do 4 shifts? Seriously I'm glad you're not in charge of recruitment and retention.
  31. 25 points
    The Commissioner would have a fit if he saw so many officers in one place without their hats on.
  32. 25 points
    On my borough (part of the Met), you get given a locker that is exactly half as high and half as wide as a normal locker Unfortunately I'm not half as high and half as wide as a regular police officer...
  33. 25 points
    Shopkeeper : "Hello sir, what can I get you today?" Police officer "I'd like to purchase a licence to be hit, kicked, spat at and verbally abused at 03:00 on Saturday night when I could be out with my mates. Oh and I'll need it for risking life and limb during the course of duty." Shopkeeper "I see, is that all?" Police officer "No it needs to cover me for being contaminated with CS spray, sitting, sometimes standing, watching a prisoner for hours on end, guarding crime scenes for hours on end and clearing up the back of transit vans after the prisoner has urinated all over it. It also needs to cover me for being sent to court at really inconvenient times." Shopkeeper: "You special or regular?" Police officer: "special." shopkeeper "£25 please." I think not.
  34. 25 points
    I thought it might be interesting for you peeps to see what a custody sgt gets up to on a typical duty, so here goes.... Duty - 15:00 - 23:00hrs 15:00 - take handover from the days sgt. - fortunately there are only 3 in custody. One male for a s18 wounding with intent. The officers dealing are currently in the process of obtaining CPS advice based on the threshold test as we are considering a remand if charged. I am aware of the job as I booked the male in the previous evening. The other two are in for a joint criminal damage. Both have been interviewed but there is an outstanding suspect that officers are currently looking for. I am told that they are also trying to contact a witness to obtain a statement and there is also outstanding cctv. They have just been reviewed by the Insp who has further authorised their detention to secure and preserve this evidence. 15:15 - log in the the computer and review and update the custody records with myself as the new custody officer. 15:20 - a newly registered RSO comes in. he needs his photo taking and fingerprinting. 15:30 - the male for the S18 has asked to see a nurse. he is alcohol dependent and starting to withdraw, so put a call in. 15:45 - I am told that officers have been unable to locate the outstanding offender or witness, so I decide to bail the 2 males for the criminal damage. 16:00 - first prisoner arrives - male detained on suspicion of rape of his girlfriend. a historical allegation, so no forensic considerations etc. Get the circs from the arresting officer and authorise detention to obtain evidence by questioning. Give him his rights and carry out the risk assessment. From the information I get, I decide that he will need an AA for interview as he has learning difficulties. He also wants his solicitor notified. The male then goes to be proessed with the DO. 16:45 - charging decision for the S18 comes back and CPS have authorised a charge of S18 which is an excellent result. The assault on the victim was unprovoked and he sustained a fractured skull and permanent loss of hearing in one ear. I decide to refuse bail. The male is a MAPPA 2 offender and currently on licence from prison for another S18 offence. Refusal is in order to prevent him committing further imprisonable offences, failing to appear and prevent interfering with witnesses. The male is informed of this and neither he or his solicitor make any representations about the refusal of bail - they were both expecting this result.. 17:00 - carry out research of previous custody records of the male detained for the rape. I don't trust the answers he gave me for the risk assessment. I find that he has suicidal markers and has self harmed in custody previously, so decide to move him to a camera cell. 17:10 - manage to contact relatives and arrange for one to attend as appropriate adult for the above male. 17:15 - next prisoner arrives. A male detained for S2 Harassment of his ex partner and criminal damage to her property. Given circs by the arresting officer and authorise detention to obtain evidence by questioning. Carry out risk assessment and give him his rights. No concerns - he only has a previous reprimand for an unrelated matter. Male goes to be processed with the DO. 17:30 - next two prisoners arrive, A male and a female detained for making threats to kill his ex partner. I book in the male first. I have known him since he was 14, so we have a bit of banter. Authorise detention to obtain evidence by questioning. His solicitor has turned up with him, so she goes off with the OIC to get disclosure etc. Male has no issues, so goes off to be processed. 17:45 - book in the female. Same circumstances as the male, so authorise detention to obtain evidence by questioning. She is no trace PNC and is heavily pregnant. She seems fit and well otherwise and will be using the same solicitor as the male. She goes off to be processed. 18:00 - next prisoner arrives. A male detained as a result of a grade 1 domestic. He is alleged to have punched his brother. He is in drink and very unpredictable. He also has various warnings for violence and self harm in custody. As soon as I see him, it is obvious he will have to go to hospital. I tell the officers they should have taken him straight there rather than bringing him to custody. He has a very deep cut over one eye and is bleeding heavily. He is given a bit of first aid while I authorise his detention to S&P evidence and obtain evidence by questioning. I then pack him and two officers straight off to hospital. 18:20 - next prisoner arrives - another male detained on suspicion of common assault to his partner. He is alleged to have pushed her and spat in her face. Authorise detentiontion to obtain evidence by questioning. Give him rights and complete risk assessment etc. He has a few medical problems and is on a lot of medication, but I assess him fit to detain at that time. He doesn't want a solicitor so goes straight to interview with the OIC. 18:35 - AA arrives for the male detained for the rape. Give him rights again with the AA and then he goes to interview with the AA and solicitor present. 18:46 - next prisoner arrives, a male shoplifter who has been wanted for a while. Authorise detention to S&P evidence and obtain evidence by questioning. Give him his rights and he wants a solicitor. Carry out risk assessment but he doesn't disclose anything untoward. I amnot happy with htis as he presents as being a bit on the slow side, so I research previous custody records to see whether he has had an AA previously. He hasn't, so I am happy fthat he is fit to interview. 19:15 - update from the OIC dealing with the domestic harassment. I review the evidence and decide the full code test is met. As t is a domestic it must go to CPS for a charging decision, so OIC is sent away to complete the MG3 etc. 19:50 - Update from the OIC dealing with the male who spat at his partner. Review the evidence and decide full code test is not met. Make the decision to NFA the male, so he is released. He will not be going back to the address and is going to his parents to let things cool down. 20:00 - update from the OIC dealing with the male and female TTK. Both have been interviewed and made denials. There are 2 further witness statements, both are unavailable at this time. there is also cctv outstanding. I decide the threshold test is met, so bail both conditionally for us to make the outstanding enquiries and then obtain CPS as is it a domestic incident. 20:30 - the soplifter has been interviewed and gone no comment. There is a joint offender also on bail for this matter. I decide that CPS will need to view the cctv and so he is also bailed. 20:45 - update for the rape job. Denial made, male admits intercourse but states was consensual. OIC asks for bail as the DI wants to review the job before deciding whether to go to CPS. He is bailed bu there is not enough to impose conditions. he is sent away with a strict warning about contacting the victim etc. 21:00 - the male has returned from hospital. He had 5 stitches to the wound above his eye. Finish booking him in but decide that he is not fit to interview for another few hours as he is still in drink. He has calmed down a lot and goes to his cell with a cup of hot chocolate, a pasty and a few magazines to sober up. He is in a camera cell due to his previous self harm and the fact that he has a head injury. 21:30 - CPS advice comes back re the domestic harassment. He is to be charged with harassment and criminal damage. I bail him conditionally not to contact her or go to her address and tell the OIC to complate an MG14 to apply for a restraining order on conviction. 22:00 - the nights sgt comes on. Complete handover with her and then tidy up custody records etc. 23:00 - home, taking my dinner with me as yet again I haven't had time to eat it!
  35. 24 points
  36. 24 points
    Think they're taking the ****
  37. 24 points
    Long time observer, but this is my first post I thought it would be useful to post a list of the statuses of forces regarding new applications to become a regular police officer. Obviously, regs recruitment is a hot topic on this site, and many threads discuss regular recruitment in certain forces. I know that some also exist that ask which forces are currently recruiting. However, I feel that potential applicants (from both the Special Constabulary and the public in general) would benefit from a systematic list of the recruitment status for all UK forces. The obvious caveat is that these position sare subject to change, but in starting this thread I hope to give potential applicants a rough idea of the national recruitment situation. It also saves people searching through the 50 odd force websites (which I have just done. Sigh, I need a life ). Here goes: Avon and Somerset Constabulary: Closed Bedfordshire Police: Closed British Transport Police: Closed Cambridgeshire Constabulary: Closed Central Scotland Police: Closed, but next recruitment period May 2nd 2011 Cheshire Constabulary: Closed (likely until mid to late 2012) City of London Police: Closed Civil Nuclear Constabulary: CURRENTLY RECRUITING Cleveland Police: Closed Cumbria Constabulary: Closed Derbyshire Constabulary: Closed Devon and Cornwall Police: Closed Dorset Police: Closed (no further updates until early early 2012) Dumfries and Galloway Constabulary: Closed Durham Constabulary: Closed Dyfed-Powys Police: Closed Essex Police: Closed Fife Constabulary: Closed Gloucestershire Constabulary: Closed Grampian Police: Closed Greater Manchester Police: Closed Gwent Police: Closed Hampshire Constabulary: Closed Hertfordshire Constabulary: Closed Humberside Police: Closed Kent Police: Closed Lancashire Constabulary: Closed Leicestershire Constabulary: Closed Lincolnshire Police: Closed Lothian and Borders Police: Closed Merseyside Police: Closed Metropolitan Police: Currently running a limited internal recruitment campaign. Must be a serving MSC with IPS status. Ministry of Defence Police: Closed Norfolk Constabulary: Closed Northamptonshire Police: Closed Northumbria Police: Closed North Yorkshire Police: Closed North Wales Police: Closed Northern Constabulary: Closed Nottinghamshire Police: Closed Police Service of Northern Ireland: Closed South Yorkshire Police: Closed South Wales Police: Closed Staffordshire Police: Closed Strathclyde Police: Closed Suffolk Constabulary: Closed Surrey Police: Unknown but any applicants must have completed PLC course Sussex Police: Closed Tayside Police: Closed Thames Valley Police: Closed but when TVP have confirmed that serving TVP SC's will be guaranteed a police officer application when recruitment reopens Warwickshire Police: Closed until earliest 2012 West Mercia Police: Closed (though rumours are recruitment will be opening soon) West Midlands Police: Closed West Yorkshire Police: Closed Wiltshire Constabulary: Closed Not a pretty picture, but hope it helps. All information is accurate as on April 12th 2011. Please post any further insights. I have tried to collate all the information available from this site, other forums and official force websites.Apologies if there are any glaring omissions. As you can see, this includes not only the official website position on recruitment, but whispers and internal gossip. I know such an inclusion will have people retort that only the official force position actually matters,but I feel for many it will be valuable. For instance, a potential applicant might be wanting to join their local force but are willingto move to join as a regular. Their local force's website may display the same recruitment message for years at a time, and if said applicant had information from certain staff that the situation may remain the same for a long time, that person would consider other forcesthat are currently recruiting. I know, such information is never perfect. But scientia potentia est, gang. Mods, feel free to move/edit this at will.
  38. 24 points
    I'll post one up from a few months ago which contained a quite interesting incident. I don't have the exact times in my head.This will be a long one I'm afraid. Rank: SC Length of Service: 2 years Force: Metropolitan Tour of duty: 1800 - 0400 Night time economy public order Absolute bread and butter shift alongside 3 regulars and 4 MSC, 3 of whom are IPS and one who was brand new. The SCs on the team were all selected by the regulars to join and are therefore afforded a great deal of respect and independance.. our side of the deal is that we turn up often and conduct the 1800 - 0000 patrols to allow the regulars to finish paper work/play pool and eat biscuits before the big 0100 - 0400 push which is when the clubs kick out. The new SC is arriving later on so the three of us 'young sweats' (Myself, SC K and SC B) leave the station at about 19:00 to do our usual evening walkabouts and gauge the feeling on the high street and show a prescene not only to the venues but also to the estate areas. Truth be told we absolutely love to do this as usually we'll find someone wanted or carrying drugs on these patrols which while sad for the local area is a great thing for us and our reputations! We sneak up on the estate that is our faveourite and spot a group of 16 - 19 year olds who are mostly well known to us and PNC standing outside a stairwell above us, they all seem to be crowding around a white and blue pushbike which was clearly visible. Bingo we think - So we enter the stairwell below them and make our way out onto the concourse where they were standing and lo and behold half the group and the bike have vanished and arn't immediately visible. "Where's the bike then?" I ask to which the inevitable reply is "What bike?" With the bike lost and the ones who were wanted gone we chat with the remaining members of the group who are fairly friendly these days. Most of them got arrested and convicted during the riots and the fact that when we first started they were getting caught by us on a regualr basis means they have given up with the anti-police default setting and have at least started to hide their crimes a little better. After cramping their style for about 20 minutes and hopefully disrupting them all of us headed off the estate to check out the backroads.. its about 19:45 at this point when down a side road we see one hooded lad who we know very well for TFMV leaning down by a car and on the other side another lad sat on the blue bike that did and then didn't exist. Me and SC B and K start the long walk towards the duo - The lad we know stands up and just waits for us while Chris Hoy once again makes off.. SC K knows the area and there is a cut through alleyway that leads behind us and back to the estate.. So he heads back around the corner to cut off the cyclist while me and SC B searchTFMV lad. About two minutes later and to my great surprise SC K comes over the radio asking for a hand as he's managed to catch the lad on the bike and has him pinned against a wall - I run around to assist and when I arrive the lad is so stoned it was unbelievable. "Are you stoned?" I say "Yep" He says back. Thats the search grounds sorted out. He has a cannabis grinder but no actual cannabis - I'm more interested in the bike anyway. I ask him a few questions about the ownership of the bike and lo and behold no he doesn't own it.. it belongs to the little brother of the lad we caught stood by the car. I ring up SC B and ask him to verify the story (Without prompting the guy) and unbelievably he comes out with the same story. I'm annoyed now so I ring up Sergeant to see what actions we can take IE seizing the bike and checking CRIS etc.. while I'm speaking to him I hear SC K singing the magic words to our cyclist and cuffing him up.. I tell Sergeant not to worry as clearly SC K has detected an offence! While this has happened word has gotten around to the local kids and TFMV boy has come over to collect his little brothers bike. The guy we've arrested doesn't live on the estate and had only been passing there today - The first order of business was all of the kids laughing and taking the p*** out of him for being caught by foot officers whilst on a bike. This upset the guy and he started ranting a bit towards police and claimed, "You can't make me do anything I don't want too!" To which I proffesionally reply "Is that why you're stood here in handcuffs? Because you want too?'' which got a large round of laughter and applause from our audience and shut up our cyclist. SC K tells me he's been arrested for criminal damage, and breach of bail and he's also wanted for another criminal damage by our own regulars. He's meant to be on tag - which he had cut off and admitted, and earlier in the week had climbed out of a window to escape arrest from our regulars. Getting cocky again he starts shouting about "NFA lads, I don't care. I'll be out in an hour" Sadly for him the crowd has decieded they prefer us and TFMV lad helpfully points out ''You've comitted a blatant bail breach and its Saturday night - You're remanded till Monday.'' which while amusing that sort of knowledge from a 17 year old is probably also a bit worrying. We all go back to custody being cheered off by the estate kids and in a manner that wasn't even that sarcastic! Once Midnight comes we divy up into pairs. SC B who I work with 99% of the time is paired with the new guy and I team up with SC K who I work with often but not usually as an independant pair. The nights been busy but at about 00:20 me and SC K decide to do a second hit on the same estate to see if we can catch them out again. As we walk down the alley we hear the unmistakable sound of a Police Officer shouting, ''Get back, get on the floor'' a fair distance away. We hadn't heard anything over the radio and we weren't aware of any nearby officers so we start sprinting toward the source of the sound - As we run control alerts that a traffic unit has pressed its emergencey button on our borough and suddenly it all makes sense. I alert the main channel that we could hear an officer in distress already and were running. We get there first on scene and the traffic officer has a big IC3 bloke up against a bus stop.. The traffic officer is highly amused to see two foot patrol MSC in our disco jackets arrive first on scene. The suspect was a disqualified driver who had decieded to try and take up jogging on being stopped. The entire shift turn up about 15 seconds later and everything is under control. Traffic were very impressed by the turn out to the activation. At about 01:00 clubs are starting to close and all our regulars have arrested for drugs already so its only MSC left for the 01:00 - 04:00 period. An incident begins to occur in a trouble venue and SC B and newbie (SC N) have arrested a man for affray and things are going a bit south. Me and SC K run the 15 yards from the nick to the venue and help SC B get the man under control and into the station. We didn't realise at the time but this was part of an ongoing incident that was still occuring inside the venue where only me and SC K were left standing. Before our eyes door staff started running out covered in blood and screaming that a bloke was going 'mental' on the dance floor and had attacked them with a mop handle. Obviously the blood on the doorstaff and the fact that they had been unable to control this male made me think this was going to be a properly serious incident way beyond your usual club rowdyness. I shouted up over the radio that I was going in and there were only two of us. Myself and SC K ran into the venue where we could hear the sounds of tables and glasses hitting the floor over the music and then shouting and screaming. The wall of people dancing suddenly split apart like the red sea and I saw the biggest bloke I have ever seen dragging three doormen and two other random blokes through the club as if they weighed nothing. These guys weren't dragging the bloke, bloke was dragging them. I dived into the melee and got one cuff onto the suspects left arm but due to the amount of people trying to control him I couldn't get the right arm close enough and even then the man was so broad I didn't feel one set of cuffs was going to even reach. I was hanging onto the cuff I did have as I was dragged along towards the door of the club. we reached the outside of the venue and all I could hear was people screaming and shouting, I was focused on trying to wrench the guys wrist to pain compliance him but it wasn't working when suddenly.. Everything goes dark and I get the incredibly strong smell of solvents and a wet feeling on my face, "F***, whats that?" I remember thinking as I began falling to the floor. I thought someone had sprayed superglue in my face and then I thought someone had used a spray paint on me and then I hear SC K shouting, "You've been sprayed with CS" to the suspect. I was still holding onto the cuff I did have on and as I was laying blind on the floor I could still feel I was getting dragged along. This guy still hadn't given up fighting. I remember thinking, "I've never pressed my emergencey button but now might be a good time" So I did. I didn't even bother to say anything as the amount of shouting going on was probably alarming enough. Very very very shortly about 30 cops were on scene and the rampage was finally over. Witnesses start being canvassed and we identify 6 assault victims and a GBH victim. Two glass bottles get seized - I ask why and I get told "Those are the ones he was swinging at you". I was quite surprised to find out I'd been attacked with a bottle as I had no idea it had happened. It further turned out that the two random blokes who helped try and restrain him were off duty officers from another borough. The CCTV is very good and captures everything, including the suspect hitting loads of people with a broom, punching the bar manager 7 or 8 times knocking out his teeth and then swatting at my head with a bottle while I'm trying ot cuff him. He got charged with about 8 assaults/GBH/ABH and possesion of an offensive weapon and was sent to crown court for setence. Defiantley the most scared I have ever been, and to be honest, for me personally made the August riots look like a picnic.
  39. 24 points
    This is how it used to be for me:
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  41. 24 points
    For most I think its level 9... Police are finally arresting the chap, at which point he yells "I ant done nothink!!" and then begins leggin it as fast as his drunken stagger will allow. He then falls over infront of an aghast group of revellers proclaiming his innocence, they start complaining that "4 against 1 isnt a fair fight", "i'm a lawyer", "i pay your wages" and "my dads the chief of police". You manage to get him cuffed and in the back of the battle bus, all the way to the station he flings himself about and headbuts the perspex until blood streams out his mouth, he then goes on about how "ard" is his and how he's going to kill you all one by one. You get to custody and before you let him out the van he proceeds to urinate himself or vomit everywhere. Once in custody he then decides he's far too tired to kill you after all and gets his head down for a few zeds. Next day he goes home and his dad comes down to complain that the treatment was entirely disproportionate and his son was never given a fair chance to go home before being arrested... Sent from my U20i using Tapatalk
  42. 24 points
    I've put together this diary to help all those thinking of joining, hopefully it should help! My life as a special started when I was at university, at the time I was studying Public Services. A friend who is now also a special was applying and kept telling me to apply as he thought I'd be good for the job. So without giving it any thought I applied, once I'd hit send that was it, I felt a stone sink to my stomach. Around two months later I received an email from a police email address, at first I wondered what I'd done but it turned out to be a recruitment officer telling me that I'd passed the paper sift. The email warned me that the real application would come through. A couple of days later I received a fully packed a4 envelope re-confirming everything that the email had said and also my paper application forms. I was being asked everything: Health, Financial, References etc. Honestly 101 questions has nothing on these applications. I was quite concerned with the Health as I'd previously had a very serious health condition. However I completed the forms and hoped for the best. Again around a couple of months later I got a phone call from the same recruitment officer stating that the service were happy with my application and that they'd like to offer me to come to an assessment day. I'd heard that these days were notoriously difficult to pass, so was starting to worry. All this from someone who originally wasn't too bothered about joining. I was now starting to really get into it. I think Road Wars and Traffic cops were a lot to do with it though The day came round, so I put on my best and only suit and went with high hopes. I arrived at the testing centre, gave my name at reception and was told to sit in the corner. As I looked around the room I saw 7 other faces all looking as worried as I was. All of a sudden the reception door opened and a tall figure in a police uniform called us all in. We were taken into a room and sat down on individual tables. Before us were some papers, a clock beeped and we began. After the test was done we were told to go wait in the reception again, to await our interview. Interview!? I wasn't told I'd be doing an interview, my heart raced and my brain froze trying to think of what to say. I was led into a dark, boxy type room with two officers already sat there. I felt like I was on a murder charge or something, one officer greeted me and asked me the basic questions of name and such. As the interview got under-way I was asked questions about all my life and also how I felt I could meet the force competencies. I made sure I followed the other officer's body language and thought about my answers before saying them. About 30-45 minutes passed and I was told thank you for coming and we'll be in touch. As you do, I left the building thinking my police career had come to an end. I wasn't prepared, there was no way I could of passed the tests. I later found out a couple of weeks after that I passed my assessment and interview. It seemed I was the only one out of the 7 other people. Quite some time passed before I got my date for the medical, however when it came I was very nervous due to having a previous medical complaint. Again I put on my lovely suit and arrived at the medical testing centre. At first I was asked about my health and such, then I had the lovely drugs test whereby they took some of my DNA and my lovely yellow urine. I was then asked to sit in a small box and place some headphones on, very low frequencies were played to me and I had to push a button when I could hear them. It was a very strange feeling; however one I managed to pass. During the end of the test I was asked to go speak to the force doctor just to confirm whether he thought it would be ok for me to work, he wasn't sure so wrote to my consultant. That was it, I had passed everything they'd thrown at me and was now awaiting a training course date. I couldn't wait, nor could I believe that I'd got this far. A lot of time passed and at one point I had thought of applying to another force as they were taking applications for regulars however on the day I was going to phone them, I received a call from my recruitment officer telling me he had a date for me. I couldn't tell you how pleased I was when I heard that. Me, a special constable... it was really going to happen. Training was a lot of fun, it was based over six months worth of weekends, we learnt about the core basics of law and mainly things we'd be dealing with once we got out on those mean streets. The trainers were fantastic, always there to lend a hand whether you were at training or at home, they were nice enough to give you their personal mobile numbers for help. The group that I was in was quite a diverse group of some old and some young, but we all got along and are still friends to date. During the training we had a couple of tests to contend with, which you should make sure you revise for! I think the day to look most forward to is going for your uniform fitting, It really makes it feel like it's becoming a reality! A couple of the days to watch out for are your defensive tactics (yes it's true you do get sprayed with CS and yes it hurts) your pre-patrol day (such good fun, and informative too) and your attestation day (start polishing your boots as soon as you get them and learn how to march). So that's it. I'm now a fully fledged Special Constable, of course I'm still a probationer and I know the work starts here. Be prepared for about 35-40% of things you've learned to mean something. Since I've been patrolling I've realised that they don't teach you quite a lot of things, but I guess that's for you to learn. Now that I'm based at my station I'm mainly tasked with NPT duties. This can range on doing events, scene guarding, to going out with Response. The new teams I'm working with are lovely and all are very helpful. I don't think you seem to get the officers that don't respond well to Specials any more, I haven't yet found anyone like that anyway. Anyway that's enough typing for one evening, will update soon. Hope this helps all you new guys and gals, if you've any questions please don't hesitate to ask.
  43. 24 points
    Why should they? It's their house. Why should they have to lock themselves in the bathroom whilst the burglars help themselves to their property. Let's put the victims first....not the criminals.
  44. 24 points
    What is the issue of waering name badges. We're coppers and therefore held to higher account than any other public body or authority. If you are that worried that 'the bad guys' will get you or your family, well perhaps this role in uniform, in the public gaze isn't for you. I've had 'bad guys' threaten me and my family and one group found out where I live, this was long before 192.com and name badges. If someone wants you they'll find you. I've also had 2 complaints come through in the last week, both are a load of sh1te and both are already on way to being binned as I do nothing to be woried about and act in accordance to my role. How many of us are targetting specific dangerous criminals or terrorists in our current or past roles? I'm proud of my name, not many with it either and will always wear my name badge! unless I'm at home. Regards to all PC Hugh G Rekshun.
  45. 23 points
    Nobody has picked up on the fact TheKnight gets 'stoned'?!?
  46. 23 points
    Here is a bit of an update! I've just received a phone call from a lovely lady at HR and she could tell how passionately I felt about the role and how I displayed that throughout the application process.. She went and spoke to the Senior Management Team at HQ and... They have agreed for me that I can continue with my application and start training on August 7th!! I'm so happy, relieved, joyful! I owe my life to this lady at HR! :D
  47. 23 points
  48. 23 points
    I bet some of you died a little inside when you saw the topic title :D I have noticed that PS.COM has a rather large proportion of "Should I get involved off duty" topics that pop up weekly. These can range from what to do about someone driving along next to you on their phone (See Here) to 10 year olds walking the street with guns (See Here). I thought perhaps it might be a good idea to have one topic to rule them all. Below I have posted some Do's and Don'ts of when to get involved and more importantly, when not to get involved! When to get involved off duty: - If you come accross an RTC and there are injuries and no other emergency services present. If it is safe, help and call it in so as control know exactly what they are going to. - If you come accross any kind of injured person that needs help - you don't have to wave a badge around to do this, but some people don't get involved unless they can. A minority I hope. - If you really feel its necessary to get involved in any situation, call the control first, tell them exactly whats going on, who's doing it, who you are and what you are going to do. That way, when the poo hits the fan, they know your out there! - If you see an officer on their own struggling with someone, and you can help! When to phone it in off duty and observe as a witness: - When you see a large fight. - Anything that involves any kind of weapon (unless life and death and you really feel you need to - Risk assess). - When you witness a robbery and intervening would involve you getting a pasting from the four robbers and really not helping anyone. - When you witness a theft - Phone in, Follow, Describe, Wait. - At a minor RTC where it looks like everyone is ok. Phone it in, and keep going, don't stop and put yourself in unnecessary danger off duty. - If you are a special, don't get involved in anything whilst at your other job. The employers really don't like it. When to look the other way, off duty, and continue on with your life as normal: - When someone drives alongside you on the phone. - When someone drives past you with no seatbelt on. - When you are walking down the road and spot a car with an out of date tax disc - When someone infront of you drops litter. - When you are on a night out and you see a non serious scuffle. - When other officers have the situation under control and you really have no business to interfere just because your walking past. You may notice there are far fewer occasions where I would get involved than not. That is because I can't think of many where I would get involved unless it was life or death. If anyone thinks of any, then I will of course update. Perhaps you could share your horror stories below of times when you have got involved and wished you hadn't, or times you didn't but wish you had. Maybe this could be pinned in scenario city if its successful. Perhaps it might prevent a few un-necessary topics! Let the battle commence (sensible discussion only now please, no fighting!).
  49. 23 points
    To echo the above, what a load of nonsense. So if this did come in, and I fancied a promotion, could I just fork out an extra £200 and promote myself to Chief Constable?! Financially that would be a very sound investment!! Just spotted this in the article: If they think I'm paying £25 a year to volunteer my time to them, for their benefit, then they can shove it where the sun doesn't shine!
  50. 23 points
    "But he didn't give me a warning!" Please. In that scenario do you think it was practical and is a police officer shouldering a racked baton and pushing people back not a bit of a hint? This reinforces my philosophy about policing. When you believe that you have seen the bottom of the pit of human stupidity, someone starts digging.