A journey in time through the author’s career with Staffordshire Police – from cadet to inspector – from schoolboy to man.
‘It was the practical jokes and camaraderie which kept us sane.’
The book presents a cameo of some of the events which went on behind the scenes of policing in the seventies, eighties and nineties. A lifetime of side splittingly funny tales are mixed with some sad and tragic stories which made up the ‘policeman’s lot’ along with the black humour which often served to temper the emotions and relieve the stress.
Snippets of social history – now long forgotten are recalled – the ‘Policeman’s window’, the obsessive checking of property and other routines of the day. Most of all, the absurdly funny and unusual tales recalled from a career as a front line bobby:
Vampires in Stoke on Trent? Exploding treacle tins in Biddulph? A policeman caught short on duty? Naked constables in the back of van! Find the missing body!
It was all in a day’s work.
‘It was the practical jokes and camaraderie which kept us sane.’
The book presents a cameo of some of the events which went on behind the scenes of policing in the seventies, eighties and nineties. A lifetime of side splittingly funny tales are mixed with some sad and tragic stories which made up the ‘policeman’s lot’ along with the black humour which often served to temper the emotions and relieve the stress.
Snippets of social history – now long forgotten are recalled – the ‘Policeman’s window’, the obsessive checking of property and other routines of the day. Most of all, the absurdly funny and unusual tales recalled from a career as a front line bobby:
Vampires in Stoke on Trent? Exploding treacle tins in Biddulph? A policeman caught short on duty? Naked constables in the back of van! Find the missing body!
It was all in a day’s work.
