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Blue Lights and A Police Cell

Dub Mouse

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.

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It Takes A Special Person…..

Dub Mouse

This blog was originally written for another site set up by a twitter follower @cate_a_moore back in september 2012. If you want to read the original version I’ll post the link at the end:

It takes a special person….

Recently I’ve received a lot of thanks from Police Officers for helping with their cause. Though I’m deeply humbled I need to say this….

Yes I’m a Policeman’s daughter (rather a retired one now), yes because of this I’ve had to endure bullying throughout the later years of school, through out college and take abuse from work colleagues who are anti-police (sorry dad if you are reading this, I never told you to protect you as I knew it would break your heart), but I’m still proud to be classed as part of the Police family.

Police Officers have to endure all kinds of crap from people day in, day out, see some horrid sights but despite all that they are always friendly & willing to help.

A Police Officer is never off duty, always there in times of need, they will always stop to help even if this means putting family on the back burner – because they took that oath to protect the public, because they care, because they can.

I believe it takes a special person to become a Police Officer. That person is willing to give up their rights, accept that their job must always come first, be able to stand up to constant abuse, ensure public safety is upheld and these kind of people are those who have the fight personality. Where someone would run away rather than help, they stay and help. That to me requires courage. The recent riots show this courage.

The Police have always been there for me when I needed someone, I’m proud to say my most trusted friends are Police Officers. Yes I’ve had one bad experience with the Police but that hasn’t stopped me from respecting them because you should not tarnish everyone in the uniform with the same brush.

The Police to me are unsung heroes, is this because I’ve always been surrounded by them or perhaps its because I have a little more knowledge than most members of the public? Either way when you discover what their job truly involves, I hope you would gain a new appreciation for our Police service. Maybe this is why I’ve volunteered in the past and am doing so again.

So I’d like to say a massive thank you for all the hard work you the Police do, in fact I don’t think there are any words to say how thankful I am. Keep up the good work because there are people who care about you, we maybe far and few in-between but we do care. The Original blog can be found here: http://manyvoicesblog.wordpress.com/2012/09/19/it-takes-a-special-person/