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Hating the bizzies

The Police

  • Guardians of society

  • PROPA 8 DEM LAD

  • Paid bodyguards of the crown

  • I’m not a grass las.

  • I report crime as the police serve me better than criminals

  • Don’t stand, don’t stand, don’t stand so close to me.


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I think we must have the softest, weakest police forces (sorry, police SERVICES) anywhere in the world. Does a country anywhere else have a police service as weak and spineless as ours? And yet, people here still think our police are oppressive!

France certainly don’t, thankfully.
 
As a person who isn't sometimes seen as White (I have Blue eyes but have been racially assaulted by skinheads) I have to agree with @tommye, growing up in the 80's in L8 the police certainly weren't a force for good to all people.
What a time, and place, to be alive eh!


Still wouldn't want to be or ever claim to be from anywhere else though.


Immensely proud of my L8 roots ???
 

I hadn’t seen that and I truly think it is THE greatest post ever made on GOT.

I’m in awe. Going back to read it again repeatedly.
I've had too many scary times in life to list so here's a few extreme ones.

Went to a fancy dress party in Norris Green, i dressed as a Mexican Bandit and had a great time and afterwards got in a taxi on me own to go home, we drive for a few minutes and the taxi driver gets a phone call from his tart, she's in hospital and is gonna give birth to his first kid so the driver asks if i mind getting out so he can go see his bird and he was gonna blow through for another taxi to get me, being the most heartfelt of Mexican bandits i obliged like.

So i'm standing there on some mad estate in Nogsy waiting for me second taxi when i hear voices and spot they belong to a firm of lads who have noticed a stray mexican on their turf and were now heading in my direction. "where are you from lad?" i was asked, "Mexico LAD" i said, "no ya not lad your obviously scouse, dya live ere like?", "Nah mate i've just been to a party and me taxi's done one". "Giz a go on your sombrero lad", i pulled out me jarg revolver and pointed it at him and said "a bandito never shares his sombrero" obviously intended as a joke i thought. Joke was on me like cause one of them pulled a ****ing handgun out his kecks and points it at me, "mine fires real bullets lad i'll take that sombrero right off ya", i was hoping he was joking round and in case he wasn't i did give him the hat, he was made up with it.

The lad then was running around with me sombrero on pointing the gun at his mates, who were fuming at him so it must've been real, meanwhile i can see a delta aproaching from the distance, salvation at last i thought until it got closer, saw a firm of scallys and a drugged up mexican, spun the car round and ****ed off, BOSS.

"was that your taxi lad?" one asked, "yeah mate", "so how are you getting home where was the party?", "I dno mate and it was at the Broadway club", "heavy that lad". Next thing a Matrix van pulls around the corner and speeds up on us, the scallys started legging it except for the one i was talking to and a fat lad who probably couldn't be arsed, it was amusing like cause the lad with the gun jumped into somebodies garden whilst still wearing his new sombrero. Some of the police jumped out to talk to me and the other lads, and the rest stayed in the van and spun off to try and round up the other lids. I got questioned, searched by a clearly amused officer "So whats a lad from Maghull doing dressed like that round here at this time, i explained briefly what had happened, the busys talk to the other lads and eventually the van comes back and the officers get off, leaving me stranded with two lids i don't know.

"Did you say you're from Maghull lad, that's a stretch on foot that lid?" he asked, "do you know (lads name here), me cousins from here but lives there with his bird now in Maghull?", small world like cause i actually knew his cousin and had bought weed off him a few days earlier. "Tell yer what lad you're a sound fella i'll get you home yanow". A few minutes later, some lad pulls up in an Audi RS4, the driver looked like he was age 14, i didn't need to ask if the car was legit, at this point i couldn't have cared less i just wanted to get home. "Where dya wanna go mate i'll get ya there fast lad, rapid these RS's", i told him to get on the M57 and then i'd direct him.

Despite looking like a little kid, this lad could drive really good, after doing a bit of rallycross around the estate we ended up on the east lancs and then onto a 57, 147 mph we did on the way home, "it can go faster lad but i'd need more road mate". We got to Maghull in no time atall so i got dropped off at the Square, give the lad a tenner for doing a stranger a massive favour and started my walk home whilst trying to digest the nights events.

took me ages typing this up lids so enjoy.






That is outstanding.
How did we miss this?
 
I know 3

My gf's 'best friend' joined the police and she has turned into the most boring person ever, they don't really speak much any more

She kind of pretends her drug taking party life didn't happen and pretends she can't remember it. Very odd

Another guy - was cool before and is still cool now. Set up a boxing school for asylum seekers

Another guy - used to be good friends with him, always really cocky. He jumped the barriers at the London underground when pissed, the security called him, he was stupid enough to get his badge out, he got reported and it went to some kind of court where my 'mate' lost and he got demoted to office work. He is really cocky and boring

Here Is the news article about that one & https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.ca...ua-williams-pc-huntingdon-police-13738057.amp
 
In the riots all the police were parked up in the Dingle, we must have had the lowest crime rate in Britain. lol

They didn't venture much past Windsor St. lol
What a time indeed mate.
Grew up just off Windsor St. Was 10/11 at the time and can remember it like it was yesterday.

Crazy to think we lived through that.
 

I've had too many scary times in life to list so here's a few extreme ones.

Went to a fancy dress party in Norris Green, i dressed as a Mexican Bandit and had a great time and afterwards got in a taxi on me own to go home, we drive for a few minutes and the taxi driver gets a phone call from his tart, she's in hospital and is gonna give birth to his first kid so the driver asks if i mind getting out so he can go see his bird and he was gonna blow through for another taxi to get me, being the most heartfelt of Mexican bandits i obliged like.

So i'm standing there on some mad estate in Nogsy waiting for me second taxi when i hear voices and spot they belong to a firm of lads who have noticed a stray mexican on their turf and were now heading in my direction. "where are you from lad?" i was asked, "Mexico LAD" i said, "no ya not lad your obviously scouse, dya live ere like?", "Nah mate i've just been to a party and me taxi's done one". "Giz a go on your sombrero lad", i pulled out me jarg revolver and pointed it at him and said "a bandito never shares his sombrero" obviously intended as a joke i thought. Joke was on me like cause one of them pulled a ****ing handgun out his kecks and points it at me, "mine fires real bullets lad i'll take that sombrero right off ya", i was hoping he was joking round and in case he wasn't i did give him the hat, he was made up with it.

The lad then was running around with me sombrero on pointing the gun at his mates, who were fuming at him so it must've been real, meanwhile i can see a delta aproaching from the distance, salvation at last i thought until it got closer, saw a firm of scallys and a drugged up mexican, spun the car round and ****ed off, BOSS.

"was that your taxi lad?" one asked, "yeah mate", "so how are you getting home where was the party?", "I dno mate and it was at the Broadway club", "heavy that lad". Next thing a Matrix van pulls around the corner and speeds up on us, the scallys started legging it except for the one i was talking to and a fat lad who probably couldn't be arsed, it was amusing like cause the lad with the gun jumped into somebodies garden whilst still wearing his new sombrero. Some of the police jumped out to talk to me and the other lads, and the rest stayed in the van and spun off to try and round up the other lids. I got questioned, searched by a clearly amused officer "So whats a lad from Maghull doing dressed like that round here at this time, i explained briefly what had happened, the busys talk to the other lads and eventually the van comes back and the officers get off, leaving me stranded with two lids i don't know.

"Did you say you're from Maghull lad, that's a stretch on foot that lid?" he asked, "do you know (lads name here), me cousins from here but lives there with his bird now in Maghull?", small world like cause i actually knew his cousin and had bought weed off him a few days earlier. "Tell yer what lad you're a sound fella i'll get you home yanow". A few minutes later, some lad pulls up in an Audi RS4, the driver looked like he was age 14, i didn't need to ask if the car was legit, at this point i couldn't have cared less i just wanted to get home. "Where dya wanna go mate i'll get ya there fast lad, rapid these RS's", i told him to get on the M57 and then i'd direct him.

Despite looking like a little kid, this lad could drive really good, after doing a bit of rallycross around the estate we ended up on the east lancs and then onto a 57, 147 mph we did on the way home, "it can go faster lad but i'd need more road mate". We got to Maghull in no time atall so i got dropped off at the Square, give the lad a tenner for doing a stranger a massive favour and started my walk home whilst trying to digest the nights events.

took me ages typing this up lids so enjoy.






That is outstanding.
How did we miss this?
‘a bandito never shares his sombrero’ still crying at this hahahaha
 
I know someone who fits this description perfectly. Ex partner of a mate of mine, manipulative and abusive to his fiancé, by the end of their relationship she was a shell of the person she was before.

I also know a couple of proper sound lads who do the same job, but this particular bellend got into it for all the wrong reasons.
I'm sure there is a mix as there is across society. What is different though is the guilty by association that doesn't happen in other professions; do people have a distrust of doctors because of Shipman and Klopp? A distrust of nurses because of Beverley Allit? A hatred of all chefs because I had a bad meal at the Dog And Duck?

I have known a few over my 50 odd years and some have horror stories of what they have had to deal with, it all goes under the radar. I also kjnew one who was a proper wrong'un, a big sh4gger
 

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