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Last night at work was what is known as a discretionary day. We have to work one of these every four weeks due to our shift pattern making us owe the job a few hours. So, what the powers that be do is make us join another shift for an eight-hour blast on either a Friday or Saturday night.
The plan for last night was that we would go plain clothed in a problem area and see what we could turn up. Due to tensions in Peterborough and us losing resources to help them out the Saturday night turn were short staffed. So, we just joined in really, and this is my night.
After briefing I was told that I would be part of a small team going to help some social workers section a bloke and take him to the local mental health clinic. We turned up and split into a few teams. My Inspector and three Pc’s went to the front door along with the person doing the sectioning while a civilian member of staff and I went to the back. My Inspector’s last words to me were, “if he comes out the back door and runs at you with a knife, which he’s done before, don’t be scared to gas him”.
We made our way round the back and took up what we thought was a good position. Trying to remain anonymous whilst dressed like a cannery is not the easiest thing to do. Then it came over the radio. Inspector: “we know someone is in, we can see the light on and hear the TV. They are not letting us in therefore we’re going to force entry.”
BANG! One dent in the door. About to hit again when the door opens of it’s own accord. Behind the door is a little lady around 80-years-old…
“Are you Tony?”
“No”
Ok, stupid social worker showed us to the wrong flat and it turned out we wanted the building about 15 metres behind that one.
Anyway, when we found the right place the guy let us in, was happy and chatty. Told us about how he is best friends with William Shakespeare and how he likes to talk to the Greek Gods and stuff. So we then took him to the hospital.
Next job. A missing from home, which we think is going to turn out to be a suicide. I’m not going to go into any detail.
After that we had a report of a woman who had tried to commit suicide. We went there. Found the right door after only two attempts! Went in, talked to this lass, who then grabbed a knife. “Put the knife down”. “NO! You can’t make me!” Two police officers then jump on her and the ambulance crew come in to fix her up.
We then left this very quickly due to the fact that I was crewed with the Inspector and a report of a hostage situation where a guy was holding someone against their will with a knife. Again it took us a while to find the right place, I knew we shouldn’t have let the female do the map reading. We were shown to the back of the house where this guy was; I searched him, no knife. Checked him through and found out that he was wanted for theft. So I nicked him. Dealt with him by writing an arrest statement and giving it to the guy in the station that wanted him. That’s that done.
By now it is 2am and I’ve had no dinner. But it’s club kick out so we went into the city centre. Received a call of a domestic, which we went to, but that was pretty non-descript, so I won’t go into that.
At near 3am report of a rape came in, not going to go into that.
We were asked by the Inspector to stay on for an extra 3-hours due to how busy we were saying that we would take any A-grades.
4:30am ambulance calling for assistance having been called to a house where a guy had slashed his legs up. They wanted us to attend because they knew this guy was aggressive towards staff. We turned up and a new-ish probationer went in first. The guy, (who is also a mental health patient), took a disliking to this guy because he took hold of his arm when he turned away. He was taken outside to talk to the ambulance crew while my colleague kept hold of his arm. He then kicked off a little, so I took hold of his other arm. We calmed him down and got him in the rear of the ambulance.
I said I would go in the ambulance with him because he didn’t like the other guy but we wanted someone to go with him to make sure he didn’t attack the paramedic. A little way into the journey to the hospital I was trying to make conversation with this guy. It didn’t last long, but went a little like this.
Me: So, what have you been doing tonight?
Nutball: I’ve been sitting at home carving names into my legs with a razorblade.
Me: Oh, well it’s probably more productive then watching Big Brother…
Anyway, the lady paramedic took a bit of a shine to me, which is always nice, and that is my night, just about.
I finished at 6am.
What did you get up to?
I think that is the longest post I’ve ever written.
The plan for last night was that we would go plain clothed in a problem area and see what we could turn up. Due to tensions in Peterborough and us losing resources to help them out the Saturday night turn were short staffed. So, we just joined in really, and this is my night.
After briefing I was told that I would be part of a small team going to help some social workers section a bloke and take him to the local mental health clinic. We turned up and split into a few teams. My Inspector and three Pc’s went to the front door along with the person doing the sectioning while a civilian member of staff and I went to the back. My Inspector’s last words to me were, “if he comes out the back door and runs at you with a knife, which he’s done before, don’t be scared to gas him”.
We made our way round the back and took up what we thought was a good position. Trying to remain anonymous whilst dressed like a cannery is not the easiest thing to do. Then it came over the radio. Inspector: “we know someone is in, we can see the light on and hear the TV. They are not letting us in therefore we’re going to force entry.”
BANG! One dent in the door. About to hit again when the door opens of it’s own accord. Behind the door is a little lady around 80-years-old…
“Are you Tony?”
“No”
Ok, stupid social worker showed us to the wrong flat and it turned out we wanted the building about 15 metres behind that one.
Anyway, when we found the right place the guy let us in, was happy and chatty. Told us about how he is best friends with William Shakespeare and how he likes to talk to the Greek Gods and stuff. So we then took him to the hospital.
Next job. A missing from home, which we think is going to turn out to be a suicide. I’m not going to go into any detail.
After that we had a report of a woman who had tried to commit suicide. We went there. Found the right door after only two attempts! Went in, talked to this lass, who then grabbed a knife. “Put the knife down”. “NO! You can’t make me!” Two police officers then jump on her and the ambulance crew come in to fix her up.
We then left this very quickly due to the fact that I was crewed with the Inspector and a report of a hostage situation where a guy was holding someone against their will with a knife. Again it took us a while to find the right place, I knew we shouldn’t have let the female do the map reading. We were shown to the back of the house where this guy was; I searched him, no knife. Checked him through and found out that he was wanted for theft. So I nicked him. Dealt with him by writing an arrest statement and giving it to the guy in the station that wanted him. That’s that done.
By now it is 2am and I’ve had no dinner. But it’s club kick out so we went into the city centre. Received a call of a domestic, which we went to, but that was pretty non-descript, so I won’t go into that.
At near 3am report of a rape came in, not going to go into that.
We were asked by the Inspector to stay on for an extra 3-hours due to how busy we were saying that we would take any A-grades.
4:30am ambulance calling for assistance having been called to a house where a guy had slashed his legs up. They wanted us to attend because they knew this guy was aggressive towards staff. We turned up and a new-ish probationer went in first. The guy, (who is also a mental health patient), took a disliking to this guy because he took hold of his arm when he turned away. He was taken outside to talk to the ambulance crew while my colleague kept hold of his arm. He then kicked off a little, so I took hold of his other arm. We calmed him down and got him in the rear of the ambulance.
I said I would go in the ambulance with him because he didn’t like the other guy but we wanted someone to go with him to make sure he didn’t attack the paramedic. A little way into the journey to the hospital I was trying to make conversation with this guy. It didn’t last long, but went a little like this.
Me: So, what have you been doing tonight?
Nutball: I’ve been sitting at home carving names into my legs with a razorblade.
Me: Oh, well it’s probably more productive then watching Big Brother…
Anyway, the lady paramedic took a bit of a shine to me, which is always nice, and that is my night, just about.
I finished at 6am.
What did you get up to?
I think that is the longest post I’ve ever written.
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Lil Bro wrote:
> Colourless wrote:
> Lil Bro wrote:
> Friday Night for me was better.
>
> Saturday morning then sucked as it grew on me what happened!
>
> I thought it was Friday night that "sucked".....
>
> shhh
Speechless....?
> Colourless wrote:
> Lil Bro wrote:
> Friday Night for me was better.
>
> Saturday morning then sucked as it grew on me what happened!
>
> I thought it was Friday night that "sucked".....
>
> shhh
Speechless....?
Oh, what a night. Late December back in '63.
Imagine working with your gran and mental patients x 5
That's my job
That's my job
Bah. Your work is so much more interesting than mine. I spent Friday attempting to (and failing at) chatting up the nice lass on my team, who was acting manager for the night. Despite trying my magic on her all night, and talking to two mates, I managed to get 98 cases done. 23 is our target for each night... I rule.
But I didn't get to talk to a nutball about razor blades, so your Saturday night was better.
But I didn't get to talk to a nutball about razor blades, so your Saturday night was better.
Hah
Nah, there was hardly any stuff in it. My colleague, (a guy with 29.75 years experience), smelt it, laughed and just gave it back to him.
Poor guy with the joint... did you arrest him?
AfroJoe wrote:
> SHEEPY wrote:
> Cool
>
> I was in Glasgow, got drunk and pulled.
>
> Did you fight? If so, AJ needs results.
No I never saw him, not sure I'm going to anyway. I thought someone was going to kill me though, walking on own at 4am down Buchannon Street.
Some guy was talking about George Orwell being the first something or other.
> SHEEPY wrote:
> Cool
>
> I was in Glasgow, got drunk and pulled.
>
> Did you fight? If so, AJ needs results.
No I never saw him, not sure I'm going to anyway. I thought someone was going to kill me though, walking on own at 4am down Buchannon Street.
Some guy was talking about George Orwell being the first something or other.
Peterborough! I used to live there, until I was 3.
Then me and Will went down the pub.
Saw Zeus there, but he wouldn't get his round in, cheap git.
Then me and Will went down the pub.
Saw Zeus there, but he wouldn't get his round in, cheap git.
I forgot about the three 17-year olds that dropped a joint about 2 metres in front of three of us. One of them came back to get it. It was so smoothly done. He was pretending that he had dropped a two-pound coin. Then he stood on it. Then he dropped his lighter and in so bending to pick that up, picked up the joint. All say it together now. Smooth.
We had to give him credit for being dumb enough to think we wouldn't notice.
We had to give him credit for being dumb enough to think we wouldn't notice.
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