Blue Lights and A Police Cell

It’s not what you think….honest. I’m a good girl.

When I was very ickle (and I mean very ickle because as a 30 something year old I am 5ft 2 and a half” – that half means a lot when small. Yep when I’m an old biddie with an asbo terrorising the youngsters on my scooter ill be really ickle), I remember dad would come home for lunch whilst dad ate lunch, little me would sit at the table quite happily listening to the police radio (I still like listening to the police radio). Once dad had finished lunch little me would play in whatever police vehicle dad had driven in.

One particular day dad had driven a huuuuuge police van (to little me it was very huge). Lets set the scene: I goes to play in big van, dad says don’t go in the back. What does little me do? Yep play in the back. There I am reader, playing in the back when suddenly the doors shut and the van starts moving – Ah oh!!

The van stops, doors open and there’s waggy!! (Dad’s nickname given by me). Smiley me. We go into the Police Station, hve a mini tour. Again smiley me. Enter the custody area (known as custody suite nowadays), little me is shown how finger prints are done. Yay – fingers onto ink pad then rolled onto paper, this is fun for ickle me so again smiley me. Now onto the cells…”go in and have a look” in walks me, cell door slams shut… Ickle me not happy, ickle me scared, ickle me cries. I’m only in the cell for a couple of minutes maybe? To ickle me this seems like forever. Nowadays lol for some bizarre reason I dont like police cells. When I had a whirlwind tour of police station I volunteer at and was shown the custody suite…I quite happily looked round but wouldn’t dare walk too close to the cells. Me no likey!! I think the whole scary cell thing happened when I was about 4 or 5. Not sure.

My point reader for telling this story of ickle me is a simple one. Maybe all children when at primary school could do a tour of their local police station? Be shown how things are done and the cells. Go through the process of erm being processed and go into a cell to experience what it’s like to be put into one. I reckon it may possibly put a few kids off later in life. I don’t know but all I know is to ickle me it was a scary moment.