Went down the pub tonight for a few quiet pints with one of my oldest friends. Walking back, we were near the junction where we go our separate ways when the front door of a house we're about to pass suddenly flies out of its frame and crashes to the ground, with a woman on top of it, and a woman on top of her, battering her
We fumbled for our phones and tried to remember how to dial a number; 999 in this case. I got there first, and ended up having a prolonged conversation with an operator who seemed to have the idea that she'd get a hefty bonus if she found reasons not to send anybody, judging by her attitude. During the call the victim joined us.
Sample of conversation: "Is she injured?" "She was used to smash down a door and then assaulted as she was lying on it, of course she's injured!" "But does she have any serious injuries?"
Finally she deigned to send some coppers on an emergency response. Of course, what this meant was that nobody appeared for several minutes until they were sure they wouldn't be alone, then they all came screaming round the corner with blues & twos, mob-handed
God only knows what it was all about. The copper who took our details was amazed when I could tell him the spelling of my name using the NATO phonetic alphabet, so that's my validation for the weekend.
Ho hum
We fumbled for our phones and tried to remember how to dial a number; 999 in this case. I got there first, and ended up having a prolonged conversation with an operator who seemed to have the idea that she'd get a hefty bonus if she found reasons not to send anybody, judging by her attitude. During the call the victim joined us.
Sample of conversation: "Is she injured?" "She was used to smash down a door and then assaulted as she was lying on it, of course she's injured!" "But does she have any serious injuries?"
Finally she deigned to send some coppers on an emergency response. Of course, what this meant was that nobody appeared for several minutes until they were sure they wouldn't be alone, then they all came screaming round the corner with blues & twos, mob-handed
God only knows what it was all about. The copper who took our details was amazed when I could tell him the spelling of my name using the NATO phonetic alphabet, so that's my validation for the weekend.
Ho hum
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