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    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.

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    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.

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    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 :p) 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.

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    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 -

    white-thermal-underwear.gifJust 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 - 21_11_2---Frosty-Road_web.jpg

    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!! ;)


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    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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    Hey all,

    Which boots are the best to buy? and can I use Dr Marten Police Boots?

    Any Advice would be fab!

    Sammy :-)

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    Hi anyone that reads this im very new to the site, I have my PIR test on Monday for north wales police just looking for any feedback or advise anyone can offer

    Thank you ?

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    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.

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    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

  1. 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.

  2. 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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    The Final Inspection

    Author: Author Unknown

    The policewoman stood and faced her God,

    which must always come to pass.

    She hopes her shoes were shining

    just as brightly as her brass.

    "Step forward now, policewoman.

    How shall I deal with you?

    Have you always turned the other cheek?

    To my church have you been true?"

    The policewoman squared her shoulders and said,

    "No Lord I guess I ain't.

    Because those who carry badges

    can't always be a saint.

    I've had to work most Sundays,

    and at times my talk was rough...

    And sometimes I've been violent

    because the streets are awful tough.

    But I never took a penny

    that wasn't mine to keep...

    Though I worked alot of overtime

    when the bills just got too steep.

    And I never passed a cry for help,

    though at times I shook with fear.

    And sometimes, God forgive me,

    I've wept unending tears.

    I know I don't deserve a place

    among the people here.

    They never wanted me around

    except to calm there fear.

    If you've a place for me here,

    Lord, it needn't be so grand.

    I never expected or had too much,

    but if you don't... i understand."

    There was silence all around the throne

    where the saints had often trod,

    as the policewoman waited quietly

    for the judgement of her God.

    "Step forward now, policewoman.

    You've borne your burdens well.

    Come walk a beat on heaven's streets.

    You've done your time in hell."

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    hello all,

    My names Stephanie and not long turn 20, right now im trying to understand witch paths i could or should take for what i would like to do. my dream would be a child protection officer. all though i have no idea where to start. i would love to join the specials and even carry on in college.

    i guess i just would like some advise on what paths i could take..?

    many thanks :)

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    Well I thought it would be about the right time to try and write in this thing and get down my story for other people to take reference from.

    I first thought about becoming a police officer at the age of about 9 or 10. I remember that I always used to watch The Bill and fly on the wall police documentaries (like police, camera, action) with my parents. Obviously at this age all that interested me were the chases and putting people in cuffs.... but I loved the rush I got while sitting watching these shows, and gradually a deepening sense of right and wrong began to impress on me as a direct result of watching these programs.

    As I grew older and went to secondary school things were not so clear for me as to what I wanted to be when I grew up. The usual things that kids in year 8 want to be (or used to want to be when I was in year 8) were the usual things, like doctors, firemen, soldiers, famous actors... or just incredibly wealthy footballers etc. I was transfixed on either becoming a soldier or just a general office worker. And that’s how it remained for much of the first three years of my secondary school life, and no matter how many times people told me they didn’t want me to be a soldier or no matter what happened, I was never going to change my mind. I even remember going to an army recruitment fair in Colchester when I was 12 - just to see when I could sign up and join the army.

    But when I got into year 8, things started to change. I ended up being the subject of some pretty nasty bullying at my school (which was notorious for it). It started out as just odd name calling or the odd shove into the wall as I walked past by some of the kids in my year, but it soon spread to more physical and mental abuse by the other years - bellow and above - and I started feeling pretty low. I remember it as a time when I had to constantly look over my shoulder whenever I was out of the house; I remember being set upon by a group of 10 kids at the local swimming pool when I was with a group of my friends on a Saturday. These are just a few things that I can remember from my school life but one thing that anyone who has been the subject of bullying will relate to is the feeling of helplessness, loneliness and complete rage that you would feel on a day to day basis. Those years changed me and when I got into my final 2 years of school I was near petrified of leaving the house every day.

    Anyone reading this might think it was pretty pathetic, and I must admit that I have to agree with them. I tried everything to get the situation resolved, getting the parents down the school, constantly telling teachers what I was going through and even writing to the school councillors. Nothing worked. And it was when my mother and my form tutor suggested that I move to another school that I had finally gone as far as I could and I snapped. I decided to stand up to pretty much an entire school. I remember being petrified that I was going to constantly get my head smashed in but my grades were suffering and I had hardly any friends.

    What followed... well you can probably imagine, scores of playground fights when I decided to stand up for myself followed by suspensions from school. By year 11 it was all over. I had managed to stop everything and I even became a school prefect as I now felt I was in a position to have some authority around my fellow students.

    During that time of bullying and then watching people get bullied when my ordeal stopped, I felt like someone had to change something. I felt like all of these people were being persecuted and set upon for what seemed to be no reason and no one was there to help them. It was this feeling of wanting to help change things and help the innocent coupled with an Essex police presentation at my school before I left that made me start to seriously think about joining the police again.

    So when I went to college I decided to devote my spare time in becoming a police officer, I was passionate about it and it’s what I wanted to do with my life. I studied for an IT diploma so I had something to fall back on and in my own time when I wasn’t working, I would study as much criminal law and watch as many police shows as I could.

    I was 18 when I made my first application to the Essex Police Special Constabulary (as recruitment for regulars was on hold when I applied). I was told that when I had gained my IPS as a special I could transfer to the regulars without having to go through the application process again. I passed my entry assessments, vetting and references by the time I was 19 and started my training soon after.

    While at training in Chelmsford however I became acutely aware of the massive responsibility that was being placed upon me. The realisation of the duties that I would have to carry out and the power that came with it just became too much for me to handle (being still quite immature as I was) and so I decided to resign 3 weeks before I was due to attest. I was so angry with myself but at the same time I was hoping it was the right decision. I decided to go and get a decent, well paying job in the city and come back to policing when I was older, more mature and able to deal with the power and responsibility that the office of constable held. And also I thought that I would be able to apply straight for the regulars next time around. Bad move.

    The time when I started looking to re-apply to the police was right about the same time as the Coalition came to government with the promise of putting policing and public services first, and to overhaul our legal system. Brilliant I thought, but just a few months later they decided to cut a huge chunk of funding to the police services and I found myself being unable to apply for a role even as a PCSO with most of the forces near to me. Even the mighty MET had to suspend most of its recruitment due to the cuts and hundreds of officers were forced into redundancy or made to take early retirement. The only option was to be a special constable for a certain amount of time and then go regular. I was so disheartened that I looked to the army again as a way of having a decent short term career (so I could go back to the police when I left) but even they were not safe as recruitment was scaled back and longer serving soldiers were forced into early retirement as a way of saving money - but I decided to give it a go regardless. Then my grandfather lost his battle with cancer before I was due to go for an army selection weekend. The week before he died he had literally begged me not to join the army and I had promised him. Even now it’s a promise I can’t break so I decided to bin my army application out of respect for a man who had been such an influence to me and had been there for me during my turbulent school years. I was at a crossroads and had no idea what to do. I was working in London at the time and I didn’t see it as a permanent career as I had no job satisfaction. I couldn’t join the army because I had promised my grandfather. I had no clue where my life was going.

    I was on the train to work one morning in November 2012 and saw a poster on the tube advertising for MET special constables. I Jumped at the opportunity and applied. I had a great girlfriend and my job was sound. I was offered to attend the initial day 1 assessment on the 12th of January 2011 and I couldn’t wait. But then I lost my job due to redundancy, and then my girlfriend cheated on me, then broke up with me just after Christmas. I was at another low point and inevitably a week later when I went for my day 1, I completely cooked it up. My head just wasn’t in the right place. I was so disheartened when I found out I would have to wait another 6 months before I could apply again. I was at the point of giving up. My parents tried to keep my spirits up, and they along with my friends urged me to try again, to give it one more go.

    I applied 9 months later in September 2011. I was now 22 and was working in the city again as an admin assistant for a firm of accountants. I was offered my day 1 in November and I was excited but at the same time I didn’t want to fail. Not again. I attended the support presentation, spent every spare second revising and studying. And I passed! I remember being at work when I got the e-mail and I literally shouted YES and punched my fist in the air. I then went on to pass my day 2 (even though I was suffering from shin splints at the time) and my vetting was confirmed cleared half way through March.

    I'm now booked on to an intensive training course that starts on the 11th of June. Things are finally working out for me and the career that I first wanted as a young boy is slowly being realised!

    I can’t wait :)

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    'ello 'ello 'ello there,

    This is just a quick 'up til now' post to get me on my way in my journey to become a Special Constable.

    Back in July of last year I saw an advert in the Evening Standard from the met looking to recruit Special Constables. Normally when you get close to the back of the Standard you just brush past the last few pages ,but for some reason the ad grabbed my attention.I never really thought of becoming a police officer I just thought what an amazing opportunity it would be to take on the role of a Special Constable.

    So went on line and filled out the application and within a few weeks got an invitation to a Day 1 Assesment day on the 23rd September. Studied really hard for the five competencies and felt really prepared for the interview and written test.The day itself was a little daunting especially after passing through the gates and into the massive grounds which is Hendon. A week later i was informed by email that I had passed the written exam but narrowly missed the mark expected for the interview, I was disappointed but determined to brush up on the areas i fell short on and eventualy got a date for another assesment which was the 18th January. After a few weeks of waiting to find out how I did I emailed HR and was told I had passed and a date for Day 2 would be in the near future......woo hoo! Succes!

    Day 2 for me on the 27th March was less nervy and was more focused on the physical aspect which I was fine with rather then going over in my head what I was going to say regarding life experiences etc......

    Passed the medical and fitness test and now just waiting to hear how the vetting is going then hopefully soon on to training to actually become a Police Special Constable.....fingers crossed.

  3. Now, where do I begin!

    I decided to do 2 8 hour shifts to make up my hours, to think I wasn't bothered about the shifts I was wrong. My first night I was paired up with a new constable from another force, it was nice as it was somebody new to talk to (make sure you get to know everyone, they're going to be your new family) Our first call, we blue lighted it to the call, it was a dropped 999 call so we blued and two'd it to the destination, it still puts a huge grin on my face even though I'm only 3 months in service. As we got there in turned out to be a domestic where a woman had beaten her husband nearly to death. I don't care what anyone says short of going to a scene where somebody has died, domestics are probably the worst jobs you can go to. This is where your resilience will definitely come in handy. We arrested the female and took her to the station, she was laughing and joking about what she'd done. It later turned out that she'd split his skull open and broke 4 of his ribs.

    My colleague was finishing so I stayed on, until finish. As there was no-one in the station I could go out with, it was organised for me to go on Response again but with a sister station to us. I love response, I've only done it twice but if you get the chance take it, you'll really learn stuff.

    We went to a few calls of fights and under-age drinking, however it was an hour before we were both finishing and we got a emergency call to go to a burglary in progress, I'd been to places which had been broken into but not one in progress, my heart started pounding as I could feel the adrenaline starting to kick in. I replied over our radio and that was it, fast driving, blues and two's were on and we were gone. When we arrived we could hear glass breaking inside the house, I drew my baton and reached for my CS just in case we slowly entered the building. As both me and my colleague searched downstairs a floorboard twisted indicating that there was movement upstairs we both shouted POLICE at the tops of our voices, at that point I saw someone land on the grass in the garden, I was gone off the chase was on. My colleague called for the dogs and then was after the other person. I felt like my heart was going to explode, I was running faster than I'd ever run before through gardens and driveways. As a keen rugby player I caught him and made one of the best tackles of my life. Before he could utter a word he was handcuffed and cautioned. His friend got a way meaning we had both the dogs and a helicopter out. He was later found around 30 minutes after.

    I finished 2 hours after I should have, but I wasn't bothered I'd got another arrest and a damn good one at that.

    My second shift was spent with a traffic officer, this was just as fun as I have a keen interest in cars. If you get offered to do this, take it, you will learn more in a shift with traffic than in 5-10 shifts dealing with traffic. Our night was mainly spent checking cars and taking response calls when not busy.

    Hope this entertains you all, and if you have any questions regarding being a special or recruitment, I'll try and answer them as best I can.

    Adz :thumbsup:

  4. Hi im new to this Forum. Iv got my Assessment Day on Sunday 18th March 2012 at 8:30 at Spring House Holloway Road, Just wondered if anyone could give me any advice on what i should expect from the day as im a little nervous with the test due to i have heard good things and bad things about it all over the Net, And also if anyone else is attending this time for there Assesment. Would be great to hear back from someone.


    Danny :aok:

  5. So, I'm feeling better now (I hope you visited the blue lamp foundation's website), and I can't sleep, so I thought I'd let you know about the next stage of the application process for Staff's Specials.

    As you know, I got the letter confirming I had passed the assessment day, and with it came a Counter-terrorism form and a medical questionnaire and a couple of erroneous medical-related papers.

    Firstly- Counter-terrorism. Very important in this day and age. It's part of the vetting procedure, and has to be sent off, in a provided envelope, to a separate department (not just to Human Resources). It's a peachy/orangey booklet that you may have had to fill out for a whole number of different reasons, from being a civil servant to contract work inside a prison. It's essentially a more formal version of the vetting sheets from the application booklet at the start of the process. You're asked basic details about yourself and both of your parents, and then about your criminal history and if you've ever been involved in anarchistic, terrorist or racist elements groups. That's pretty much all there is to it, and it probably won't take you more than 20 minutes.

    The next bit, the medical questionnaire, is quite simply, an absolute pain in the arse. Again, you fill out your details and your GP's details, and then you have to tick yes or no to several pages of various illnesses, and if you say that you've had one or more of them, you have to explain what it was and other details. Then you're asked your height and weight (so your BMI can be calculated) I'm 5'8" and 60Kg, so have a rather snazzy BMI of 19.2. Finally, and most problematically, for me anyway, is my immunisation history…as I moved Doctor, to my University's health centre I thought it would be best to go in and ask for my medical history, especially my height/weight and immunisation history, at a cost of 35p a sheet. 70p later (not funny- I couldn't afford a can of coke later because of that) I was told nothing about my immunisation history, excluding the Flu jab I was given when I arrived. I already knew about that, and it wasn't asked for on the questionnaire. *Sigh*

    They want to know what year you were vaccinated against Diphtheria, tetanus, TB, Polio, and Hepatitis B. As I went to Honduras last year I couldn't be certain as to whether I had been recently been given top-ups to those, as opposed to my regular boosters etc. So, after a call to my old GP, where I had to tease, painfully, the year of my immunisations from the receptionists (who were actually very nice), and not have to wait for my mum to open the letter they sent to my parent's home address I finally had what I needed.

    The other two sheets were simple enough, and asked your address (again) and your GP's address so they could send the form to him/her and get them to verify and sign it off. You don't need an exam or consultation to fill it out. The GP's are sent it later. The other sheet asks for your permission to have other people read your medical history etc.

    Send them off and you're all done. I'm currently waiting on a letter informing me when the medical exam is, as (I always have been) I'm completely confident there is nothing on either of the forms that will hinder my application, otherwise my parents (and the government to a much greater extent) would have some serious explaining to do.

    I'm glad I've got to this stage as now I can start to include the more exciting aspects of the application process, namely training, and eventually the duties I perform, which is what everyone's interested in, really.

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    After years of wanting to become a Police Officer (it was a childhood want), I finally took the plung and enquired as to how to go about this amazing career. I was slightly disheartened when I was told that, unfortunatly the police are not recruiting at this time - though their are a number of Volunteer roles I may be interested in.

    So I checked the info on the police websites that I had gathered during my online search for info on joining the police force. Comming across 'Special Constables', I was intrigued so I gathered all the info I could regarding this role - the more I read, the more I liked.

    I contacted the relavent depertment and soon received my application form for Special Constables.

    Filling in the form was kind of a long process, trying to remember previous address' as I have bounced around a bit. I sent this form off (via Email).

    In the mean time, awaiting any correspondence I started to read through the forums here at policespecials.com

    I received my success of paper sifting in the begining of November, which content stated I was to await a further letter with a future date for the next Assessment Centre process. Upon reading further on these forums I noticed that I had been too late for a assessment on the 12th and 13th.

    I called HR and was told they person I needed to speak with was not available and to call back later next week.

    Its now the next week and I will be calling them tomorrow. I hope the next assessment is soon - I can not wait to get started! :)

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    Well after over a year of waiting I am finally starting training in November 2011. I am both excited and very nervous about the prospect of becoming a warranted officer of the law. (ekk) Even now when I hear myself tell my friends and family about becoming a special I beam with pride, 13 months ago I could not have imagined where I would be today and hopefully in the future, me a police officer?

    I have my friend to thank for taking me on my first observation shift where I started to consider a future with the police, be it as a special or even a carer. I have been told many things about training some good some bad and the most important rule NEVER to be late. I am thinking you will be toasted or punished by being told to sit on a naughty chair or first for the CS test!!

    Well I will be making more post as training moves on, not only for myself to look back on but for other people considering becoming a special, don't worry I wont let any operational secrets out the bag especially about the one where haribo is a must in every police officers kit bag. whistling.gif

    Speak soon!!


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    Received a call from HR today advising me that im now on the assessment day this sat. Eeeeeeeeek. Lots and lots of cramming to do.

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    Condition: Mr Potato Head isn't allowed with in 100 feet of Mrs Potato Head.

    The following day...


    As Mr Potato head has breached his bail conditions and by the looks of it committed a further offence...


    He is thrown back behind bars leaving Mrs Potato Head extremely satisfied...


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    In order to get into the regulars (police) I require 6/6 vision unaided. Due to my poor vision I opted for laser eye surgery and looked at two places.

    The first was called Ultralase and the second Optegra, I had previously enquired with Optimax but they kept hassling me and so I took them off the list.

    When I went to Ultralase they ran some tests and said they could not achieve 6/6 vision for me and neither could Optegra. Low and behold I felt a dash down, as this was one hurdle for the police I would not be able to cross. Nerveless I went to see Optegra and had heard amazing things about them and how their equipment is the best in the UK.

    I went and they looked at the shape of my eyes, and checked all the bits they needed. Then I met the optometrist Oliver who did the usual eyesight checks and said he could get me to Left eye 6/9 and Right eye 6/6 overall 6/5 vision after laser surgery. I then met with Mr Rob Morris the surgeon who ran through what would happen and that LASEk is better for me than LASIK due to there not being a flap created like there is in LASIK, so I agreed to LASEK.

    Few weeks later I called them to arrange the operation, went in on 31st March fully informed of what was going to happen. At 1335 I went in, and was given a shower cap to wear and had local anaesthetic drops put into my eyes. I then went through to the "Laser room" where I laid down on the bed and looked into a light. I had more drops added to my eyes and one was clamped open whilst the other covered. Rob Morris then used a trephine on my eye to make a small incision into the outer cornea layers called the epiphillium, which he then folded to one side. The laser was then lowered with lots of lights around it, and I heard them say "Pupil is locked on" and "6 seconds in this eye", then the laser was administered to my right eye for 6 seconds and then same thing done for my left eye. After the procedure I could see, but it was very blurry due to the amount of drops I had. An hour after I started to feel pain in my eyes so I used the painkiller drops on them, which soothed them for a short while. I then went home and my vision seemed good, but when I got home my eyes were so sore, and I couldn't open them at all because they were so sensitive to light. I just went to bed and slept but wearing my special goggles I was given.

    Day 1 (Post op) Friday - First day, woken up and very sore and gritty eyes, time for my 7am drops, I could barley see anything as they were so sensitive, but took the drops and went back to sleep. Woke up again at 9am and could see and it wasn't that painful as had taken my painkiler drops earlier on. Vision seems good bit blurry but that's the epilphiium healing.

    Day 2 (Post op) Saturday - Eyes really sore again, had to gently wash around them and not get water in them, take painkillers and drops, eyes really teary.

    Day 3 (Post op) Sunday - Eyes feel fine, left eye is more clearer than right

    Day 4 (Post op) Monday - Getting my bandage lens taken out today. I go to see Optegra and meet with Oliver, who looks at my eyes, saying they are healing well. I then look at the board of letters and can see most of the second page. He then takes the bandage lens out and my vision goes all blurry this is due to the epithilum cells being partly attached to the lens and some come off, so they need to regrow. My vision at this point it back to blurry but I can see enough to drive, they are just really sore and dry so administer the eye drops. I go home and sleep. Will keep you updated on my vision, as its a bit blurry as I write this.

    Turns out the drops I'm on (Exocin) which is antibiotics and (Maxidax) which is anti-inflammatory, prolong bluriness in order for the cornea to heal, interesting.

    Day 5 (Post op) Tuesday - Had a good nights sleep, woke up and eyes don't feel dry. I can certainly read more and see more things in detail as well. Watched Despicable Me on iPad last night, seemed to be not so blurry its just far objects and sometimes close that feel blurry.

    Day 6 (Post op) Wednesday = Eyes felt the same today, however had a long sleep this afternoon which seemed to improve them a bit, and they don't feel sore anymore just bit dry. There was certainly some improvement whilst I slept as could read the big titles of my books on my bookshelf, albeit a bit blurry. Going to get looked at again by Oliver at Optegra tomorrow, where he can tell me the state of the healing, as it can take a minimum of two weeks for the epilphillium to heal and flatten itself out

    Day 7 (Post op) Thursday = Eyes felt a bit better today, and had to drive to Optegra so wore my sunglasses for the first time, and could read much better than I previously could. Arrived and was greeted by Oliver again, who ran some tests similar to what I had done when I went to the free consultation to look at the cornea etc. I then read off the board and could see pretty much up to the 6/6 line of text, albeit a bit blurry. I asked Oliver about the healing after he examined my eyes and he said they are nearly healed, and the blurriness should fade away shortly. He gave me some better eyedrops to lubricate the eye more and also aide with the healing process. Went to Woking for a meeting and enjoyed the glorious sun wiht my sunglasses on.

    Day 8 (Post op) Friday = Today I come off Exocin, and on use Maxidex twice a day, but this new stuff I use 4 times a day to lube the eye and aide it with healing. Woke up this morning being able to see more, took my 7am drops and then watched some tv, had a little sleep from 1130 - 1230 and woke up with being able to read my PHP book on my bookshelf with no bluriness, which felt amazing just need to continue the resting of the eyes as they are certainly healing and getting better.

    1 Month post op -- Went on Thursday 28th April saw the specialist, I was told I definatley have 6/6 vision, however the right eye is still healing so I should get 6/5 vision

  7. wow, has it really been a few months since my last post?

    What have I been up to I hear you ask? (or maybe not). Well, not much other than the usual stuff, going to work, selling the house and the inevitable house-hunting that goes with it.

    Duty has been a bit of a mixed bag.

    I spent 8 days assisting with the training of the explosives dogs (not dogs that explode, that would be messy, but the cheeky pups that are starting their career with Sussex (and other forces) police sniffing out various explosive materials.

    Quite an interesting experience and very impressive how eager the dogs are and how quickly they learn. For obvious reasons cant really say much more about the whole affair but if you ever get the chance to get involved in such activities, I would strongly recommend it!

    Spent a bit of time covering officers days-off on response over the past few months. Always nice to respond to offences I wouldn't normally get involved with on NPT (mainly domestic violence on a weekend).

    Last Saturday I started off attached to two operations (flip-flopping between them accordingly) but as the night went on my crew partners got pick-off one by one until it was just myself driving around in the prison van. The last three hours where crazy and ended assisting response, I think I hit a personal record for the amount of jobs attended within about 90 minutes. "Charlie xxx, can you break for a .....", "thanks for the result, are you free for a.....", "Any officers available for assistance shout...." "can you break to attend.." One look up at the dark night sky and it all become obvious.... a big fat full moon!

    Now this isn't a complaint, I actually love it when its busy like that, keeps the adrenalin going, however.... I stood down much later than my previously estimated lateness (my own fault for taking what seemed like a simple transport job) and on my walk home (my partner was meant to give me a lift as we were supposed to finish at midnight.... he did, I did somewhat much later), face flat down in the middle of a road in a residential area was an 18 year slightly worse for wear and quite a bit of road-rash around her chops.

    Quick call over the radio and there i was assisting the poor soul while she targeted my boots with her incessant vomiting. Waiting for what seemed like ages (any small amount of time seems ages when you are dodging vomit) the ambulance arrived, stood down after passing her details I had managed to prise out of her. And eventually home to face the 'where the hell have you been' glares emitted from the love-of-my-life

    This Sunday I've been ask to help with the new Specials senario day by helping operate radio control.... I guess this means I had better brush up on 'correct' radio speak!

  8. Well my policing journey has come to an end at this time.

    I have left my position within communications for pastures new and the prospect of better career options in the private sector.

    I do genuinely believe that i have timed this well, what with the way the current budget situation is and the way that within my force they are projecting the cuts, going through the ongoing project of slashing here and tucking there.

    Im sad to see my time go though. I have worked for over a year within the police service and it has well and truley opened my eyes to the world around me. Looking back i now considered myself to have been naieve and narrow minded about the work involved within working for the police force.

    Ive had my fair share of "horrible" jobs, also my fair share of "the good nicks" and also the pure "bang my head against a wall" type jobs and i am proud to be able to say that i have contributed to modern society, helped people who genuinely needed it and also **i hope to think anyway** made a difference in the small scale of things.

    I have no misconceptions that should in the future a position arise that i would like to take on, i would join again at the drop of a hat and not hesitate to continue on doing the long hard and arduous shifts with no thanks or recognition.

    So on a final note, my respect goes out to all, far and wide who work for the police service, whether it be in a officer or staffing capacity AND also wish those well weith what the future may hold as it is uncertain times.

    PP signing off!!