observation - and binge drinkers
Posted by George Gorilla on Saturday, March 28, 2009
Observation, observation, observation:- that is my motto. A most important and valuable skill particularly for those who wish to become detectives - a job to which C definitely does not aspire. Ha! - only the other day when PC Nick Popp came to the house on a routine visit - C did not recognise him even though he had met him earlier in the month when the PC had visited over another issue. PC Nick Popp has been, and still is a most valuable friend and colleague of mine. I was shocked and embarrassed at C - he probably looked at him really blankly when he opened the door. I didn't get to speak to PC Nick Popp that day preferring to stay out of the way upstairs on the bedside table (please see picture).
I don't know if PC Nick Popp knows that I lost my job due to apparently getting under police feet. I bet the officer who complained was one of those drafted in on a busy Friday night session when I was helping to round up binge drinkers in the town centre. I'm sure that was it! To be frank I can't face PC Nick Popp since I was, as B so politely put it, "given the push". I think PC Nick Popp saw my potential and believed in me. He tipped off the local resident's association chairman, Bill Bold that I was particularly handy at surveillance and might be of use to the local residents. Bill said I should keep an eye on a few 'characters' in the town and I should start with "that bloke in your house". I think he means C as he is the only bloke in the house. I said I would report back on a regular basis.
I can't help wondering, although maybe not - whether PC Nick Popp knew what was going to happen with my job helping the police, and this new job is a sort of compensation - sort of keeping me happy in a 'feeling sorry for me' sort of way. I really really enjoyed it with the police - there was an edge. Friday night in the town centre with me leaping over the vans, hanging on and then throwing myself between the handbags of the drunk screaming girls, knocking the alcohol out of their hands with one well aimed jump - get between the fighting by self propellation in a chaotic way from shoulder to shoulder - thus confusing them (they didn't know where to aim their drunken fists). All this so the police were left free to do their job - I was good and they knew it - so did PC Popps...., So Why, why, why???????
I don't know if PC Nick Popp knows that I lost my job due to apparently getting under police feet. I bet the officer who complained was one of those drafted in on a busy Friday night session when I was helping to round up binge drinkers in the town centre. I'm sure that was it! To be frank I can't face PC Nick Popp since I was, as B so politely put it, "given the push". I think PC Nick Popp saw my potential and believed in me. He tipped off the local resident's association chairman, Bill Bold that I was particularly handy at surveillance and might be of use to the local residents. Bill said I should keep an eye on a few 'characters' in the town and I should start with "that bloke in your house". I think he means C as he is the only bloke in the house. I said I would report back on a regular basis.
I can't help wondering, although maybe not - whether PC Nick Popp knew what was going to happen with my job helping the police, and this new job is a sort of compensation - sort of keeping me happy in a 'feeling sorry for me' sort of way. I really really enjoyed it with the police - there was an edge. Friday night in the town centre with me leaping over the vans, hanging on and then throwing myself between the handbags of the drunk screaming girls, knocking the alcohol out of their hands with one well aimed jump - get between the fighting by self propellation in a chaotic way from shoulder to shoulder - thus confusing them (they didn't know where to aim their drunken fists). All this so the police were left free to do their job - I was good and they knew it - so did PC Popps...., So Why, why, why???????