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My journey so far

I've never written a blog and so I apologise in advance ... Thought it was about time I started blogging as I'm quite often told, I've always got something to say. 02/02/2016 - Here we go I may as well start the blog and share where i'm at at the moment. My "special" journey began 15/18 months ago I suppose, I had heard word on the street that there was going to be a recruitment for regular officers as well as special constables coming up in my area and having been patiently waiting for an intake for about a year, my new dilemma was now which role I would apply for. Would I give up my current, happy career, go for a complete change in life and dedicate my life to the police service, which is what i've wanted to do my whole life. Or would I bide my time with my career, gain another years service (and add another year to my pension) and join as a special constable, to get my feet wet and see if it was indeed a job suited to me and also me suited to the job. And also most of all, to make sure the dream job I had imagined myself in my entire life, was not going to let me down by not living up to my own expectations. My decision was basically made for me, there was no regular jobs coming up and so either it was apply for the special constable roles or wait. Sit it out and wait for that fulltime job coming up. I'm a very impatient person, and I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to get a taster of what I would be letting myself in for and so it seemed like a no brainer. I have many friends who are serving police officers and I told them my thoughts and was urged to get my application in as soon as I could, get that foot in the door. One officer in particular was an integral part in me taking that step and putting my application in, my inspiration to become the best i could possibly be, regardless of the role i was doing. And so the studying began!!! The jobs went live November 2014. Special Constables for Scotland, several different locations available. And I got my head down, putting together the best application I could, I am a bit of a perfectionist and so it needed to be right. I had a month between the job being advertised, and the closing date, and I used every day of that month, writing up my application, perfecting my answers, learning my answers inside out and changing things I wasn't happy with. I finally submitted my application on 5th December 2014 and I was told it could take up to a month to have a reply. And so I had to wait. And wait ... And wait some more!!! January 2015 and I get that all important "PING" in my mailbox that I had been checking for multiple times a day for a month. My application was a success and i was invited to the assessment centre in Glasgow to hopefully further my dreams of joining the police. Now time to prepare all over again. I spoke to those friends who helped push me into applying and i got some assistance, some pointers and some truths ... all of which were essential in my preparation. I planned my interview, and the presentation i had to give, I learnt several vital things that i will take with me throughout my continued application and hopefully long career in the police. I ran through my presentation with friends, i changed what needed changed, i went to the gym, i got myself fit and prepared for the fitness test ... and pretty soon there was nothing else i could do to prepare and it was assessment centre day. I was ill!! A really bad viral infection had knocked me for six, and left me with no voice and struggling to breathe!!! How the heck was i meant to do a fitness test like this? How was i meant to give a 10 minute verbal presentation when i could string two sentences together without struggling for breath or coughing up a lung. I started to freak out. I text my pal, told him i was freaking out i was ill, I was going to have to pull out of the assessment centre and hopefully reschedule, there was no way i was going to be able to go through with it. I was told, not as politely as this, to get a grip. To sit myself down, sort myself out, get my notes together and get my butt to that assessment centre and smash it out of the park. I knew he would tell me like it is and give me that much needed support and push in the right direction. So off i went after my lemsip and Benelyn with my notebook in hand. I managed to cough and splutter my way through my interview section and my presentation. The maths test etc were the easiest part of the day and i would have happily done those for 6 hours than the interviews and the fitness test. The fitness test, well .... thankfully i had prepared for it let me put it that way. Had i not prepared then i don't think i would have managed it given the fact i struggled to breathe just talking. But i made it! i survived the day and it was all over. Now again, the waiting game!!! Some waiting ... and more waiting ... and then a little bit of waiting!!! "PING" ... there it was. THAT email again!! "We are delighted to say ....." I don't think i seen anything else, i was elated. I had done it!! Now the last part, the medical and the vetting. Easy stuff. The email says, medical would be 06/02/2015, a Friday, and i had to have my vetting paperwork etc completed by this date. Again easy ... right?! Monday 02/02/2015 ... I had a horrible accident which left me in hospital. A badly fractured clavicle my injury, a borderline compound fracture that required an emergency operation in order to stabilise me and my arm. Everything i worked hard for and towards was ruined in a moment!! There was obviously no way i could sit my medical in this state, especially not in 4 days and so the day after my accident i had to phone and withdraw my attendance for my medical and possibly even my entire application as we weren't sure if i would ever be able to fully use my arm again until i had my operation. Recruitment were amazing!!! Gave me their full support and also said not to withdraw my application yet, see how my operation went and what time frames etc i was given by surgeons and then go from there. Should i not make this intake i would be put onto the next intake of specials or if regular came up i could apply, given i had recovered. Fast forward a year! Well almost a year ... what a horrible year it was, full of operations and recoveries and set backs and impatience AND another break!! 30th December 2015 "PING" THAT email again ...given that i was fit and healthy and still interested then i would be put into the next intake!!! HELL YEAH!!! I owe it to myself and to everyone who supported me and most of all to that one special person who always believed in me and supported me when i wasn't supporting myself. And so here we are, sitting waiting on another "PING" into my mailbox, telling me when my medical is and then it really is all systems go!!! Its been a helluva year/18 months ... one which i would happily never think about again ... But i suppose im a year older, I've had another year to mentally prepare, to learn even more, another year of life experience, and especially another year to think about whether this is definitely the job for me and if im ready for it!! AND I AM READY ......... Im sitting waiting here right now, looking at my phone every 10 minutes waiting on that "PING" that i know should be coming soon. Monday 09/02/16 ..... I attended an open day/ workshop in Glasgow on Saturday, a workshop to help people prepare for the assessment centre and interviews as well as their application. Now I know I've already passed this stage, and so you may be wondering why I went along, many folk I met there on the day that I knew and knew my story asked the same thing, I even had an Inspector ask me why I was there. Truth is, I went to be nosy!!! I wanted to see the people who I would possibly be joining with and training with, I wanted to speak to serving officers and specials about current plans and how the job currently was, I wanted to see if I remembered what I learnt a year ago and take in anything new that I may have missed or forgotten. I also wanted to nab the recruitment team and have a personal face to face chat with them, its all good sending emails back and forth over the past year keeping them updated on my situation but face to face is more personal and it meant I could thank them in person for their help and support over the past year. It really did mean a lot to me to have these guys have my back. The day was a success for everyone it seems, I learnt more than I already knew, got to speak to several members of current serving staff and most importantly I got to thank the recruitment staff who ive been pestering in emails for a year. All in all a good day and I felt so much better and more positive and focused coming out of the workshop than I already was. Just waiting on that "PING" in my inbox now with the vetting and reference forms, and hopefully a medical date shortly. Monday 15/02/16 - "PING" .... "Please fully complete the attached Vetting Application form and reference form by 12pm Wednesday 17th February 2016!" ........... Here we go we are getting there slowly but surely. Time to get form filling. Hopefully not much longer before the medical is sorted and then its all systems go for sure. Monday 29/02/16 Had my medical today ... 90 minutes of lots of paperwork and talking ... Pass all relevant parts with no hassle but had to go in with the doctor so he can have a look at my shoulder and decide if they need to speak to my GP or surgeon before I can be signed off ... He decides this is not necessary and passes me off as fit and healthy and good to go, HOWEVER has had to write about my shoulder on the form and that because I have a metal plate in it, I could be at higher risk than any others to have a re-fracture should I receive a direct heavy blow to my collarbone but not enough of a risk to even recommend restricted duties. BUT also that at the same time I have more stability than most because of the metal plate, so basically contradictory. So it is all out of my hands now, just waiting on the vetting and the references coming back and my uniform fitting and that is me, good to go!!! Here we go :D:D:D Sorry to have babbled on a bit ... told you I had never written a blog before but i can certainly talk ... i hope you've enjoyed this "story" so far and hopefully ill be adding to this in the not so distant future updating my journey. Any questions please ask away.

doc4eva

doc4eva

 

A few weeks in

Having started my initial twelve week training two weeks ago this coming Wednesday, we've so far learned about bullying, equality and diversity. I've not really got that much to say yet to be perfectly honest as we've not done much. All I can say is that everybody seems nice and we're all getting more confident around each other already. Also: I'm writing this post on one of the most tragic days for each and everyone of the big family that we are. 10-11 Constable Phillips, you can stand down for the last time.

connorgurney

connorgurney

 

I'm in!

Well I think the title says it all: I've got into the pilot Volunteer Police Cadets unit with North Yorkshire Police. Got an email yesterday telling me that, from the Cadets Manager (a temporary Inspector; don't ask for his name...) that I'm into Cadets! So proud. Anyway, welcome to my blog; I'll be keeping you all updated on my adventures as I pass from goal to achievement in the VPC unit. Just to say: All views on this blog are mine and mine alone; they do not represent those of North Yorkshire Police or any Cadets / Leaders. Got to add a disclaimer just in case my writing back fires; anyway, let's hope they don't mind! Till next time, Con x

connorgurney

connorgurney

 

Me, them

This'll be my only post in this blog, and likely one of the few/the only blog(s) I'll ever write. I've decided to set it out like a story with certain chapters to give it a story-esque feel to it, and I won't fully publish this until I'm completely happy with it. Chapter 1: Early Summer is the best time of year. I was born on the 2nd of June 1998, either into Hammersmith Hospital or St. Mary's Hospital in Paddington (don't remember which and I can't be bothered to ask which in all honesty ) My mother was single and 19 at the time of birth, which gave plenty of ammunition for Daily Fail readers to judge her, but to be honest I don't really mind when people give birth, everyone is ready for a child at different ages in their life, a general age can't be given (except for law). As a child growing up without a father figure effected me to an unknown degree, I've never had one in my life; but it was only until my later years in life I would yearn for one. As an early toddler it was noted that I didn't misbehave much and was generally quiet, not really doing much out of the ordinary. To this day I'm still attempting to find out the identity of my father, but if I was to ever find I don't know what I'd do with this info. Chapter 2: A Golden cloud with a sour lining. It would only be until the age of 11 months that I would have no sibling, and on the 6th May 1999 my brother Oliver was born. His birth was rather uhm... extraordinary, with him "refusing to be born" Some form of extravagant machine was used to pull/suck him out, which disturbs me to no end. Obviously I was far too young to have any notable memories of him as a toddler, but that's more than can be said for my mother. She's told me that not long after birth (about 3-4 weeks) she noticed that I behaved completely differently to him, while I was still a bit quiet, my brother was completely un-social and hated people, and showed many abnormal behaviours for a child. My mother initially panicked thinking that something was wrong with him, and her worst fears were confirmed when he was roughly the age of 1, when doctors indeed confirmed that he was born with Autism. My mum's never discussed what she felt at this time, and I think that it's too much for her to bleed this out to me without turning into a bit of a mess, so I've avoided it so far. We were told that as my brother aged, he'd become radically more different to other children, eventually sticking out like a sore thumb with his behaviour by about the age of 7, but I'll discuss this later on. Chapter 3: Yeah, he's my brother. As an early chld I did relatively well at school, it was noted that I was one of the few children who were happy to go into school, finding the idea of being stuck in a home for the day incredibly boring, and savouring my chance at education, which sadly not all can. I spent my Primary School years up until Year 5 in St. Mary of The Angels R.C. Primary School, I exceeded greatly with my grades and general attitude in school from the ages of 5 and over, being noted as having one of the most matured reading and writing skill in the area, reading 11 year old books at the age of 6 and 7. While I excelled greatly (and enjoyed) a mainstream school, the same cannot be said for my Autistic brother. The all knowing (snigger) Tony Blair, at the time, thought it'd be a great idea to have disabled children be forced into mainstream schools, in some sort of pathetic attempt at trying to normalise their experience (this man irritates me to no end). While my brother was in school, he recieved the incorrect care, would occasionally be bullied and assaulted by children in the school (to which the Council refused as good enough grounds to have him in a specialist school). At one time he was so frustrated and confused he threw a chair at a teacher, and his carer at the time (bless her she was amazing- if you're out their Miss Murphy, thank you) knew that we were powerless to do anything, so we had to sit there and pretty much just watch. Though his disability matured me far earlier than I should've, I still of course didn't understand the full extent of a learning disability; I remember rather well that I even resorted to attempting to teach him myself, trying to sit him down and teach him how to read and write correctly for his age group, and even attempting basic spelling- which of course failed to no end, and shows just how desperate and deep hitting I found his disability. One thing I do remember from early childhood, is that nearly every time I made a wish with anything, be it a shooting star or blowing out my candles at a birthday, I longed for my brother to be "normal". Chapter 4: My full realisation, and the beginning of the sweat and tears. By the age of about 7 or 8, I clearly had the jist of what was going on, government didn't want to help us, social services couldn't help us, and the council didn't want to help us. We were pretty much on our own, and around this time is when my brother became a serious thought of mine, particularly what I would do when my mother passes away. I did have something to take my mind off of this though, the arrival of my sister Poppy, on the 28th September 2005. Thankfully, she initially showed no abnormal behaviour, and no doctor ever diagnosed her with anything. We were happy, and I had begged for a sister for no end for the past year, likely out of sheer desperation for an ordinary sibling I could relate to. The happiest moment of my life came in late 2008, when we were finally handed the paperwork to swap council houses with someone in Hertfordshire. My mum had fought as much as she could since her birth to get us out of London, more specifically because my area (Queen's Park) was known as a poor place to live, with cramped houses and staggeringly rising knife and gun crime. At this point the neighbour across our street was a drug abuser who literally used her child as a weapon to fight off a Met Police Sergeant (of which I will rant about another time) and the police were seen less and less in the area. When we moved we all kinda cried a bit in joy, I had never experienced fresh air or lush green grass, and I stood open mouthed and in awe when I was passed by someone riding a horse in full riding gear, I was in heaven! This is when I moved to my final Primary School for Year's 5&6 called Warren Dell, which lacked severely behind in it's student grade, with a severe lack of teaching for high grade students, resulting in me losing out on a lot of key education that would bite me in the backside for many a year to come; the school handled children greatly though, except for when our Head mistress legged it with all the school funds. It was around late Year 5/Early Year 6 that I had my first traumatic experience, the alcohol related fits of my current stepfather (whom I hate to no end and won't name). I was tucked up asleep on a Thursday night when I was awoken by a large crashing and banging coming from the landing (we lived in a flat) and got up to see what all the fuss was about. I awoke to my mother being in complete shock, telling me that my step father had experienced a fit, and had loss complete memory of who we were and where he was; going so far as to attempt to assault her with a kitchen chair. We dialled 999 three times in the space of an hour, and no ambulance ever came, nor did anyone ring us back or even enquire about this. This was when he came back. Luckily he had regained his memory of where he was and who we were, and managed to stagger back to the house. Despite my thorough hatred for him, I helped my mum set out a chair for him and asked him how he was, as he was obviously still dazed and needed to sit down. He told us that he'd loss complete memory of who we were for a while, and was requesting that we get help. It was this time again he fell into another fit, collapsing from the chair and beginning to convulse on the ground. I was on the far side of the kitchen, trapped by him and his flailing arms, apparently him battling the fit, my mother screamed at me to jump over him as she couldn't reach me. I panicked to say the least, and noticed that he was beginning to give me a 1000 yard stare, and he was slowly starting to try and hit me, so I managed to jump over him and proceeded to barricade myself in my bedroom, me protecting my disabled brother while my mum locked herself in with my sister, as my step-dad had stood up and proceeded to drag a kitchen chair outside, initially trying to force entry into my mother/sister's room. He left again, now topless and only wearing a pair of trackies. I was completely mortified, and I was shacking like a stray dog in the cold. I couldn't control the flow of tears that were coming from my eyes, and rather disgustingly the mucus from my nose. After an hour of us still barricading our bedroom doors, me and my mum got out, checked he wasn't anywhere near the house and we finally locked the place down. I went into the kitchen and what I saw disturbed me greatly, with blood splashed all over the floor and once bright white cupboards, I had to fight the urge to vomit and panick again, reverting to staring at a field outside of the kitchen window for the next 15 minutes. About an hour later the clock struck 3 o'clock, and it was certain I wouldn't be in tomorrow. I couldn't sleep the entire night, haunted by what I saw. For the next 2 years after this event, I was plagued with nightmares and voices of him trying to form twisted words in my head- the voices I only seeked help about when I had a complete nervous breakdown in an R.E. class, seeing one of the school counsellors for help. The voices did still plague me every one in while until 13, when luckily they just went away. From that day, any nightmare I have involves me meeting a grizzly end, something which I awake from in a cold sweat the instant I kick the bucket. Chapter 5: These events need a good carpet to be swept under. Life continued on greatly after this, and so far the ages of 12-14 have been the happiest and care-free in my life so far, a stage of happiness I long to return to. I haven't had a traumatic experience such as this since, but I've got plenty more things to disturb me. I again exceeded greatly with grades, with a very bright outlook for every subject but French and P.E., two things I am dreadfully bad at. I was quit the social outcast at this time, as I had no access to the internet, and this was a point in my generation where the internet is where everything happened there, something which oddly has less effect on a person's popularity now than it used to. Luckily, I didn't care for popularity at the time, something which I regret now- as believe you me it's been hard work to obtain a decent popularity. I had my specific set of friends I got on well with, I had good grades and I was happy. But again, like many things in life, this didn't last long. About mid-way through being 14, I realised friends might actually be a good thing, and set about working on... well getting more. This had no impact on me really, and benefited me if anything, it just resulted in me being a little less confident. It's also at this time I set my eyes on a specific employment, politics. I had witnessed so many outrages to people like me and families like mine, I wanted a say, and boy was I ambitious. I ran for school council twice in Secondary School, but at such a young age we all voted for our mates anyway, and I wasn't too fussed surprisingly. This trend of happiness and slowly rising social status carried on until mid-way through Year 10, when we had to watch a few citizenship videos, all of them about mental health issues, specifically the disabled. For the first episode I laughed, and it took a lot fo downplaying to get people to realise I wasn't laughing at them, I was laughing with them, because I knew so much about what they had to do, it was uplifting and put a smile on my face that I knew exactly what there problems were, and had experienced them first hand. The second episode disturbed me greatly though, focusing heavily on a young boy with a disability that rendered him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he attended rest-bite just like my brother does, and the family discussed the same problems we had with getting help for him. This brought it all home for me a bit too much, and every time an episode featuring him was on I buried my face into my school jumper and sobbed silently, leaving class with suspiciously red and puffy eyes. I didn't mention this to anyone, and still haven't except for what I'm writing here. Chapter 6: It's happening again. All things considered, I faired rather well with what was going on. My brother's conditions worsened, but he had mellowed to the point where he didn't effect me too much anymore, but the thoughts of his later life began to plague me, and still do. This is where it starts coming to where I am now. Eventually, not long after turning 15, I developed a fascination for police vehicles, and liked them to no end. There was a free to play video game that let you play as essentially a fully customisable private police force, and joined one of the many British Police themed clans. Politics had begun to bore me at this age, and I was seriously considering a job in the police, but the pay and judgement from my small and very inter-linked family troubled me, and I decided not too say anything up until a month or two ago. Luckily my mum wanted to join the police, and supports me fully in my ventures, but my grandmother doesn't want me to join whatsoever, fearing my body will be found in a dark urban alleyway (what a positive outlook on life eh?) I have no problem with this, as her objections are small and won't effect me joining, it just troubles me that she won't be happy if I ever reach turning out day in a crisp tunic and tall and proud custodian. My brother still worries me greatly, and I do worry considerably whenever I begin to think about what will happen once my mum passes away. It's going to happen, and I don't know what condition he'll be in at that point. He's already been further diagnosed with Tourettes and Schizophrenia, which again a labour set of doctors didn't seem to want to pass. He's happy enough now, and he can be a real laugh. But his future concerns me greatly, and to add onto that it's now suspected my sister has minor autism, which I managed to bare the brunt of in peace. Whenever I watch anything to do with mental health I break down and just generally attempt to reach a happy place in my mind, I write about this now with misty eyes and a lump in my throat. I have great worry for what will come of my brother and sister, and I'm greatly troubled with the realisation that I'll never be at peace with anyone with mental health issues. It makes me sound like a complete nutter, and I hate myself for it. I can tell you now, my worst nightmare would be to attend a mental health call as a police man. I'd rather lay my life on the line and die then be forced to confront this, and I don't know if I will ever manage to mature out of this. I'm sure it'll pass once I know what the available options are, but I feel that there's a broken wire that sparks a bit in the back of my head to do with this, and writing this blog/story is helping me to come to peace with this all. Don't mistake this for some stressed cry for help please, I really am just ranting and writing here for my own sake, so I know there's something I can put my name down on and say "That's mine there, I wrote this and got it off my chest". If you've read this far, I have much appreciation for you doing so, Connor out.

Hero_613

Hero_613

 

The Iceman

So why do they call me The Iceman? Well, 'The Iceman' is my real life nickname and is something that was founded by my beloved colleagues in the police. Back in the big freeze of 2012, I was on the night shift and anticipated below freezing weather. As this was going to be the case, I decided to be the smart cookie and ensure I was wearing all my thermals, gloves, hat and even a snood! We had a briefing before the shift of course all 6 persons were waiting for me in the briefing room, as I was running 5 minutes late (luckily those guys love me!). It was only once I was in the changing room did I put all my winter gear on, then I check my watch and realised I was behind schedule. So instead of putting my police gear on and delaying the process even further, I decided to walk into the briefing room looking like this chap - Just imagine him wearing a woolly hat and gloves! Now can you imagine 6 bobbies all in full uniform in a professional dark briefing room and me dressed like this?!?! Well as predicted, everyone almost choked on their winter coffees and began the process of taking pictures and crying with laughter. Once the briefing had finished ( and the laughing had made them lose their voices) I returned to the locker rooms, to put my gear on and get ready for action. During the briefing we were warned about driving very carefully when on response in the very icy conditions the night before had left us. I was single crewed and began my shift in the lovely panda. At this time it was around 01:30am on a tuesday night, the streets were ghostly with not a soul in sight. I was driving along and noticed a grey car with all of its windows tinted. The number plate was grey on black, which raised my suspicions. I ran the car through and it turns out there was no insurance, no MOT and the driver who owned the car had their licence revoked in 2009. That car should clearly not be on the road, so I informed my colleagues that I was about to attempt a stop on the car. As I got behind it and turned on the blues (and reds!) it decided to speed off. I knew this was going to happen and because of the weather this made for a very risky pursuit which needed clearing with the boss. Once I got the go ahead to continue, my nearest backup was around 15 minutes away and so I had the task of chasing this car and providing commentary, all whilst ensuring this ice did not send me spinning off the road. Backup eventually caught up with me and now there were 4 additional roads policing units behind the vehicle. We were pursuing the car along the cold and frosty back roads of Ross on Wye with nothing but open fields surrounding us. Eventually the vehicle decided to take the wrong turn and headed North up a completely ice bound road which looked like this - The car ended up spinning 360 degrees into a hedge, and the occupant decided to flee the vehicle and escape on foot. With 7 officers behind him, all in high vis jackets with cold steam blowing from all of their noses and mouths shouting stop, we went on a mad foot chase! With me in the lead (being the fittest ) I slipped over and went sliding on my belly down the road, with no possible way of stopping myself! However this unfortunate fall proved very valuable as I went plowing into the legs of the very leggy and slow suspect! I had slid approximately 45 yards before stopping myself by hooking my arms around the suspects legs! Of course all this happened in front of my loving colleagues, who expressed their amusement when we got back to the nick. The oldest ( and not very wisest) officer of the bunch took to naming me as the units 'Iceman'. Since then the name has stuck and that ladies & gents is why I am now known as 'The Iceman' !!! So now you know me a little better, be sure to get as much enjoyment as possible out of this read!! Joker

Joker

Joker

 

The Journey

So I decided to create this blog as an introduction to myself, so you can get to know me a little better. It is also here, to learn my journey. Ever since being a 3 year old in nursery, I always knew what my future held. The first time I was asked "what do you want to be when your older" was the first time I said "a policeman". At that age, all I knew is they wore a funny hat and walked around talking to people. My first real encounter with the police was a primary school open day, when the police came into my school, and sat me on a police bike. The colours of the buttons amazed me, I had never encountered so many options! Everything from the battenburg of the police bike to the collars of the police officers, made me decide for definite joining the police was the only thing for me. From that moment forward, everything I did in secondary school, college and university were all guided towards the police. Having gained enough GCSE's to go to college, enough A levels to go to university and that all important policing degree, it was time to put all the hard work into practice. I volunteered from an early age with my local police, as we did not have the cadet scheme running anymore. Eventually going on to join the specials, all leading to where I am today, just a hard working servant of Her Majesty. In a nutshell, that is the journey of a crime fighter.

Joker

Joker

 

Please Ma’am, take a walk in my boots…

I have been a serving police officer for six years. In this time, I have learnt that police officers tend to hang back from the truth when it comes to emotion, and I include myself in that. I have dealt with some serious incidents where I walk away saying I’m fine, and its another day at work, but inside I cant help but feel shocked and on one occasion, slightly disturbed by what I had seen. Have I ever been offered counselling for such times? Never. Have senior management ever commented on a job well done? Never. The reason I say this now is because of the recent murder of a soldier in Woolwich. This was a horrendous attack of an innocent solider going about his daily business. I’m not going to dwell on this too much as everybody already knows this and the media are still covering it. I want to focus on the reaction of the police and public. Going back to the emotions of police officers, I know hardly any would admit this, but again including myself… We cant help feel vulnerable after this event. Having sat down and read updates of what happened and how things emerged, I cant help but think, it was so close to being a standard response car going to a stabbing or attack. The reality of it is that if the street was not as busy as it was and the members of public were not as switched on and there was no CCTV, they could easily have gone forward, and I have no doubt that the two males would have attacked and possibly killed officers going forward. This is our job, to go towards incidents people run away from. Since the Woolwich attack I have dealt with two stabbings, and each time its been in the back of my mind… Is this going to be another terrorist, is this going to be a copy cat or is this a fake call forward because someone wants to kill police, such as the events in Manchester. With this in the back of my mind, we still go forward, we cant hold back, its our job regardless of our feelings. I have dealt with members of public who have praised the bravery of officers, not only those involved in Woolwich, but all police. I have also dealt with people who have been shouting abuse at the police saying it was our fault, we didn’t get there quick enough, the first officers on scene should have done something. Its become apparent over the past six years that people forget we are human beings. I don’t just mean the public, I mean our senior management and parliamentary leaders. I am not writing this to have a rant about Theresa May’s fantastic choices or the Windsor report, I just wish they would open their eyes and see what we deal with and put with on a daily basis. They have to realise policing cannot be treated as a business, it is what it is. Policing needs as much help as possible, not doing it in such a way the public think there are more officers on the street. The people that were first on scene to the Woolwich murder would have continued their duties the day after… They would not be offered counselling and support for what they had seen. Yes, its their job, but as I started the sentence, they are people, not just police officers. I recall last summer, in June, in one day I dealt with…. A domestic incident where a man had fractured his partners eye socket, I then went on to take a report from a mother who’s two year old daughter had been seriously assaulted, I then went on to be first on scene to a murder of an elderly person. This was surreal and not everyday is like that, but it’s a fact that this is what we can deal with. This was all within a change of shift pattern taking normality from my life for the Olympics. As above, I am not going to slag of parliament here, it isn’t the place for it. But I would love to show this to Theresa May and say “Ma’am, take a walk in my boots” just so she can see how her choices will affect the police and the people within…. I would also remind her they I had to personally pay for my boots as we don’t have them issued.

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The First

I have always been interested in writing stories, and it’s something I enjoy. Even if I don’t share them I enjoy the hard work and effort into making something, which other people get enjoyment out of. Some info regarding the new blog ; PC Kaiden Lawson is a fictional character, and those who are; or know a PC of the same name is purely coincidental and all thoughts and actions of PC Lawson do not resemble those of any Officer or any Police Force. Stories are based on real life events I have reaped from family serving in the emergency services. To broaden the stories… we might be in the body of someone else… However PC Lawson will have involvement within the particular scenario. “The First” PC Lawson is first on scene at his first Fatal Road Traffic Collision. It was a beautiful Saturday morning; I decided to leave the house early to grab some Coffee and a bag of doughnuts for my team and catch up on some paperwork and emails from my previous shift. I arrived at the office to find a few of my colleagues in my team who had shared the same idea as me and were in catching up on some work. I bounced in and the look on their eyes as they caught a glimpse of the Greggs box reminded me of the Shark in Finding Nemo when he smells the blood of Dory. Before I knew it I was attacked by my colleagues eager to get their hands on a divine delicacy. After an hour of glaring at a computer screen and going through a pack of cheap Asda pens I came to a wall, I needed to collect a statement from a witness who was subject to a minor crime the day before. At that I got ‘suited’ up and booked on, I was prepared to walk and soak up some of the Sun which is highly uncommon for Scotland, until I was notified that I had a chance of getting a new focus. Excited like a child on Christmas day I decided to opt for the car. I quickly grabbed the keys and signed out, before anybody else could snatch it up. I got down to the car lot and there she was sitting amongst the old Focus’ like Jennifer Aniston surrounded by a dozen naked Fatima Whitbreads. The odor inside was still slightly that of the new car smell, and the clock just about to tick over to 1,500 miles – I felt like I had just perched myself in the seat of a new Rolls Royce Phantom. As I made my way to the victims house, a flurry of 999 calls came in from members of the public reporting a major car accident involving a Securicor Van and a small Vauxhall Corsa had just occurred. Being around the corner I decided to go and put myself up for the call. I also recognised the voice of Sasha, another PC from my team who has been in the job 2 years. A quick drive which took no more than 30 seconds and I was on scene. There was a Securicor van perched on the mangled fence of a pedestrian island and the remains of a black Vauxhall Corsa resting, in which I can only describe as a mass of bushes and flowers. At first sight, I thought there would be major injuries so I immediately radioed for urgent ambulance and fire brigade assistance. As I got out of my car I was approached by a witness, who turned out to only be 16 years old and had seen the whole incident take place. The Securicor van was traveling as per norm when the Corsa cut out in front of the Van and consequently collided with the Corsa. The Guards of the Securicor van were uninjured except from a painful wrist and being shaken up by the crash. I was told the driver of the Corsa was trapped in the vehicle so I quickly sprinted over to where it had came to rest and I was greeted with a “Alright Mate”. The driver of the Corsa was miraculously unharmed and was talking away happy as can be, as if he had been cushioned by the hands of god himself. He was just unfortunate enough to be pinned, where the body of his car had mutated after the accident. I asked the usual questions post and accident, querying if he had any injuries in which he replied “not a scratch mate, honestly”. I was thinking that the shock of the accident was masking the pain and told him to keep still until the Ambulance Crew had arrived and checked him over. As I was sitting reassuring the driver of the Car who had since told me his name was Colin and he was an apprentice Landscape Gardener, he turned to me and said “My feet are getting hot mate” to which I replied “It’s probably the shock wearing off and you’ve injured your foot” knowing full well it could be something more serious, but did not wish to alarm Colin. I told him I would be back in a minute and sprinted over to my car and retrieved the fire extinguisher from the boot, and hastily walked back to the driver sitting in the car. He looked at me with a concerned look and I just replied with “Just in case mate, we don’t want your feet lighting your car on fire” he replied with a nervous chuckle. About a minute later, Sasha from my team turned up and I gave her an update on the situation. The Fire Service and Ambulance were both stuck in traffic due to the motorways being on Contra flow due to major repairs and bridge strengthening causing havoc with the traffic. Colin looked back at me and said “f*** mate, my feet and legs” in a tone similar to someone about to burst into tears. I knelt down and looked at the undercarriage of the car and noticed some small flames. I told Sasha to go and get her fire extinguisher from her car and see if the Securicor had one. I quickly began dousing the match-like flames under the car, I perched up and said to Colin “Call me Fire Fighter Lawson” in a sarcastic egotistical tone and we both shared a chuckle. I looked back under the car and my heart sank, what had first started as a small flame had now turned into a fire. I quickly began tackling the flames and Colin let out a deep screech shortly followed by a high amount of profanities. In a poor attempt to reassure Colin I stated “we’ll have you out of here soon, it’s just a small fire” in which he screamed “I’m burning” which made me feel physically sick with apprehension. What had been a serious road accident and turned into a collision with no injuries had taken a turn for the worse. I looked up at Colin and seen him crying with pain, I shouted “we need to get you out now Colin, this might hurt but it’s for your own good. I know you’re not stupid but your cars undercarriage is on fire, we need to get you out before the fire gets to the petrol”, At that I ran around to the passenger side of the car and struggled to get the door open, With help from Sasha and the Securicor Guard we managed to manipulate the door enough that I could enter the car and begin to try and unpin Colin. However upon closer inspection I noticed the steering column had bent down and there was no way I would be able to get Colin out without specialist help from the fire service, however I continued to try to allow Colin to think I was being successful. I told Sasha to urgently request the assistance of the fire service and their current location in typical fashion the voice came back with “Fire Service are on route and should be there shortly” in a calm voice unbeknownst as to what was developing in front of us. Colin was now screaming in pain. I pulled and pushed but that steering wheel and column was not budging. I tried to push the seat back in a vain attempt to give enough wiggle room to free his legs. However the body of the car was so manipulated the only thing I managed to do was accidentally break the cars head restraint. I exited the car which now had thick black smoke bellowing from the undercarriage and engine compartment. I quickly recruited the help from the public and the Securicor again and the plan of action was to try and push the steering column up in effort to free Colin. However, they were quickly fought back by the flames pouring out of the engine bay. Me and Sasha used what was left of the small fire extinguishers which seemed to have no effect on the flames. Seconds later, I felt someone grab the back of my Stab Vest, it was Sasha pulling me away from the car. I fought to stay next to Colin however with the added help from a car driver they succeeded in pulling me away. Me and Colin both shared eye contact before the car was quickly consumed with the smoke and flames. Like from a scene from a movie, fire appliances and ambulances arrived on scene like it was a planned arrival, however they were a few minutes late due to the traffic which had cost Colin his life. What was only 9 minutes from arriving at the scene and the arrival of assistance, felt like an eternity. It was my first collision and it was like an outer body experience in slow motion as I stood watching it all unfold in front of me. Only 10 minutes ago I was sitting having a friendly chat about work and life and now I was looking at the car engulfed in flames with Colins severely burned body sometimes popping into sight as a gust of wind blew the flame and smoke away. 4 hours later, one fatality, one upset family and one statement away from completing my paper work I got back to the office, I was exhausted mentally from what I had just seen. The Inspector told me to take the rest of my shift off which I kindly accepted. I got home and thought to myself, how quickly life can change and you should never take life for granted or take family members for granted, because in so much can happen in such a small time.

Ecclefechan

Ecclefechan

 

THE WALTER MITTY SITE

It is with regret that I find myself having to write this disclaimer however in order to protect my name I am left with no choice. And I feel disappointed that some of you are serving Police Officers SHAME ON YOU!!! Disclaimer & statement: Unfortunately due to a former girlfriend’s offensive & hate filled campaign over a number of years (mainly due to CSA assessments), several unfounded articles about me have appeared on the internet including on Face Book and various other websites in order to try to discredit me and my abilities. I can provide evidence from West Yorkshire Police, the Security Industry Authority (SIA) and the National Press; that confirms the contents of those articles are completely unfounded, false and without warranted truth. I have also been freely interviewed by the National Press whom have not published or will publish any of those articles as they know them to be false and untrue. To add to the campaign several large groups of what can only be called” internet trolls” have joined in with this frenzied on-line attack. West Yorkshire Police can confirm that two separate written warnings under the Prevention of Harassment Act 1997 have been issued in person (Dec 2012 & January 2013, one against my former girlfriend) in connection with those articles in my favour. A further warning letter from my solicitor was issued to another party warning them of their actions were unlawful. I have also been questioned (of my own free will and not while under arrest) by West Yorkshire Police in regard to those articles and no action has been taken or will be taken against me in the future by them. I can also confirm that I served with the British Army for two short successful periods in the early 1980s and left with a clean service record. Also the MOD and Civilian Police have not brought or going to bring any action against me under the Army Act of 1955, as I have not committed any offences under that act .Furthermore I have never been questioned, charged, appeared in front of any Court or found guilty or imprisoned for any act of violence whatsoever towards any individual partially my ex girlfriend. Official documentation has fraudulently been copied from the internet and amended in order to bolster up the false allegations. Several photographs appear of me wearing military uniforms with headings next to them which are whole-heartedly untrue. As I was a director in several military surplus supply companies those photographs had been used for publicity purposes in the past with the sole aim of selling military surplus goods. Those photographs have also been fraudulently amended some missing the words “for illustration only”. All of my qualifications mentioned within this document can be confirmed as being authentic by the issuing body and I give permission freely for you to confirm those qualifications however they are protected under the Data Protection Act 1998 and are not for general public use or viewing. I also retain all of the original certificates and document of any qualifications I have achieved. I also retain plentiful references from previous employers and customers along with over two thousands authentic and original photographs of my training courses and services I have provided in the past. To date I have not received one single letter of complaint from any of my former customers regarding the training courses and services I have provided in the past. Should you require absolute proof of the contents of the disclaimer, please email me at the email address shown in this document. I will be happy to provide you with the Police Officers etc, details and of the name/s of the person/s who started this campaign along with all the evidence that proves my complete innocence. However in that event you must formerly apply in writing to me for those details and the reason why you wish to view them as certain aspect of the evidence/confirmation are/is protected under current UK Data Protection Act 1998 Laws. You may only keep that information for as long is absolutely necessary. I can only wish you draw your own conclusions once you have completely researched all the facts. Tony Cumper 29th of January 2013

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End of second weeks training summary 02/12/2012

This is just an overview of the second week in training, not a lot happened this week as parts of our training took 3 days for each topic so apologies if it sounds boring. Day 1: This was a continuation of the conflict management of the training. This is a total of 3 days and we covered body language, personal protection and the ways of encouraging people to calm down by talking to them. This was interesting and will no doubt prove useful when i start coming into contact with the public. We were also told where we would be stationed much to our delight. Day 2: This was the final day of conflict management as above involving an exam on the subject before we carried out another role play with examples of conflict management. We also collected out ID's and keys from HQ. Day 3: This was the first day of first aid, and this was delivered by the outside security company of which i think we were all glad of as they are ex military and have more experience than most people. This day covered CPR, recovery position and general first response. Day 4: This was the second day of first aid covering bleeding, reasons for unconsciousness and a overview of the previous days CPR, recovery position & first response. Day 5: This day consisted of a quick refresh of all the first aid and then we had a written exam and two role play assessments including one for CPR and one for the recovery position. All pretty simple, but no doubt very useful! We also received out collar numbers which finished the week off nicely.

NottinghamMan93

NottinghamMan93

 

End of first weeks training summary 24/11/12

I thought I'd provide an entry on what I've covered in training throughout my first week so people can understand what training we actually do as CPO's. Day 1: Taught by Police Sgt. We used this day as an introduction to the role and the people we'll train with. We covered each others background and interests and then looked into the structure of Nottinghamshire Police and Nottingham City Council. We toured the station and met the different departments that we will be talking to for help of things we attend on the streets and also have the opportunity to shadow and work with them on our shifts. Day 2: Taught by external security. Day two was ran by a external security company with more experience than i can think about! We were introduced to basic skills of what we will learn and a basic lesson on the signing on and off and the Police radio system. Day 3: Taught by external security. This was a day based around radio work, we used the radios and practiced using them to report incidents whilst they are happening. The afternoon was a foot patrol role play in a local area to get us used to what we will be doing most of our time on duty. We managed to borrow a Community centre as shelter as the weather was terrible! We took it in turns, 4 people at a time to do the role play patrols whilst the rest waiting indoors. This centre was open that day to people with special needs, and so we managed to spend 2 hours talking to them about our roles, what we can do for them and letting them try on our hats etc. This was great, and as a result we were offered shelter and hot drinks when ever we were in the area which means we had established a great link within in the community for those of us who are to be based around there. (I think by talking to the people who had special needs and getting involved whilst we were actually killing time for our training, we gave them an idea of how we are working with them and we all left with smiles on our faces because of the time we spent there...i think this was more effective than our role play!) Day 4: Taught by external security and Police Sgt. This was with the external company again and we covered basic uniform care, patrol skills, and basic stuff we need whilst out there. The afternoon was spent back at the station learning how to use the computer systems and the different resources available... this was brilliant to myself that was a member of the public at the start of the week to learn how many resources police and ourselfs have! Day 5: Taught by external security. This was a day of self defence by the external company as they do close protection for celebs and Royal family on occasions. They covered basic Police stuff as well as more advanced and effective ways to take away the threat immediately as we don't have ASP's or CS to protect ourselfs. Overall thought on training: Brilliant! We are very underestimated in what we are trained by the public because we are not police.. if anything we're more trained than police in self defence etc because of us always coming across things on patrol! Also found out our job is part of the current legislation in parliament and so we have better funding than Police, which is great...but also think Police are being let down as they are after all the first response to the incidents! Safe to say we all are in pain today from the Self defence training and we are thankful of a weekend off!

NottinghamMan93

NottinghamMan93

 

Introduction day 19/11/12.

First day of training as a CPO in Nottinghamshire: Reported to station 9:30am and joined the other 11 of my training group and my trainer. Spent most of the day looking at roles of CPO's, mission statements and everything we're going to cover over the next 7 weeks. Quick tour of the station meeting the different departments within the Community Protection family made up of CPO's PCSO's and Police all of which deal with different issues on a daily basis. A couple of talks from high ranking Police members about the role, funding, how things work and a welcome to the Police family. We sorted out any outstanding paper work or uniform that needed sorted and had a talk on keeping things confidential and what sorts of things will result in us losing out job or legal action. We're then briefed for what to expect tomorrow and we all left for home. Overall, a good day to get an idea of the stuff that's to come and the people we'll deal with whilst getting to know the people we're going to be training with. First impressions: So much to learn about stuff that i had no idea existed!

NottinghamMan93

NottinghamMan93

 

Pre training entry. 12/11/12

(Apologies if this is long winded, wanted to let you know a bit about my background and education on the first entry. The next entries won't be as long winded!) I applied for the role of a CPO around a year and half ago, when i worked for a news agents and had left college at 18 after two years studying Uniformed Public Services with some of the most successful members of Police, Fire, Ambulance, Prison, Paras, Army, Marines and Navy. This course confirmed my passion to get into the forces, and believe if it wasn't for the course i'd have gone a completely different way. I failed the first application and forgot all about this role until i was casually looking for another full time job this year for a change when i stumbled upon the advert for the CPO role again (Now 19 years old). I wrote the application during my dinner break at work as that week i had little time off and on the 28/ 08/12 i received an email the night before i left for my holiday to say i was invited the the first stage (made the holiday even better!). And so I passed that stage and kept getting emails through every couple of days to say i was successful again, which felt great! And so after all the stages had been completed, i was told i had the job and the relevant checks were done and passed. I took three weeks off work and have spent it in the gym to give me the best possible start when i go out on patrols. I recently picked up the Uniform and it feels great to wear it as it feels like the next step will be into the career of my dreams as a full time Police Officer. My training starts the 19/11/12 and will be updating this blog as i pass through the training and eventually go out onto the streets over Christmas and New years shadowing officers before i start as a full time CPO within Nottingham in January. People believe this role is just doing pointless things whilst looking like Police, however most of the CPO's role is unseen as they deal with a lot of Anti Social Behavior, theft, fixed penalties, public disturbances whilst on foot patrols and carry out the stuff that members of the public want police to deal with but they simply haven't got time for. We have to complete the same type of paperwork and witness statements etc which proves great for the Police role later on. We have access to Police radios while on duty and provide support to the Police whilst being able to ask for assistance from them too, which makes us a valuable asset to the public in order to improve their way of living and the area they live in. I have spoken to a number of serving Police Officers for Nottingham who i personally know, and all of them said they'd rather have an Officer who has served as a CPO or PCSO before the regular force as they know how to talk themselves out of most problems! Stages completed so far: Fitness: Bleep test to level 5 over a 20m course. Assessment: This involves, -Role Play= You will be briefed on what to expect before entering a room and then you have to deal with it as a CPO. -Written= You will be given two situations in which you have to explain what you'd do and why. -Observation= You will be shown a short video in which you have to make notes about time, date etc and then answer 10 questions on it. Interview: You will be asked six questions by a panel (I had three people) in which you have to answer and give evidence how you meet the criteria. If you pass this you will be offered a conditional offer and all you checks will be done before being asked to collect the uniform ready for the start date. And so that's it for now, the next post will be on my induction day of training next week. Hope this helps anyone interested in the role as there isn't a lot out there about the job or the training! Please feel free to contact me on advice for the role or just for a chat! Thanks for reading! Matt.

NottinghamMan93

NottinghamMan93

 

House of Commons

Just back from another interesting trip - House of Commons this time and although I've dropped off and picked up a number of times outside, this was my first trip inside. We arrived in plenty of time so he insisted we grab some 'fresh air?!' and exercise while killing some time on the Embankment; we took a nice 'Spooks Stroll' down past MI6, over Vauxhall bridge and back up Millbank past Thames House towards Parliament before settling in Victoria Tower Gardens to watch the boats pass. After fighting through all the Japanese tourists outside the Cromwell Green entrance and getting photographed by them as we walked down the long stainless ramp I was surprised by how many security guys they could squeeze into such a small security station. After getting our mugshots badged and passing through security, we settled in the 'coffee shop', an impressive space under a beautiful old vaulted ceiling. We then killed some time looking over the Westminster Hall, St Stephen's Hall and Central Lobby before making our way to the Committee Rooms (and it was nice to see them supporting British Industry, Dyson Airblade dryers in the Gents ) I caught up with a few guys I've not seen in a while, while the meeting was underway, and was introduced to a few new guys too – networking is an essential skill in CP, it's never what you know but who you know and our bosses have a tendency to want things done, access arranged or needs met in an instant, the best way to achieve this is through local contacts and favours. The meeting went well by the look on everyone’s faces and we stopped off for a 'House of Commons' Scarf for Mrs Boss at the massively overpriced gift stand of St Stephen's Hall (he can afford it though I guess) And then we were off home again – quick visit but glad I went, it's a hugely impressive building in the flesh.

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