Is it just me?
I can find little to watch on the brussels’ broadcasting communists various television channels after Mr Osmond’s various quiz shows, so often have to resort…
Category: Senior Chatters
A Policeman’s Lot 11….Tales of ‘Charlie One’
Each Metropolitan Police division would have a number of ‘Area Cars’ on duty for each shift. Each car would be crewed by an ‘Advanced’ driver…
A Policeman’s Lot 10….J.R Comes to London.
They say that “A man never forgets his first love” and I certainly believe that to be true. As I write this post I can…
A Policeman’s Lot 9…. The Great Flying Gateaux Saga.
Friday and Saturday nights were always the two busiest nights of the week. On these nights the West End of London would be packed with…
A Policeman’s Lot 8….Faceless Men in a Nameless Office
It has been a long held belief of mine that somewhere deep in the bowels of the Metropolitan Police headquarters at New Scotland Yard there…
A Policeman’s Lot 7….The quietly spoken sergeant
I always believed that sergeants were the backbone of the Met. Police….If you had good sergeants on your relief then everything usually ran smoothly….If you…
A Policeman’s Lot 6….Sporting Riots.
Somebody once said that sporting success is down to 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration….This is, of course complete and utter nonsense….Since my youth I have…
A Policeman’s Lot 5…..Another Day, Another Norbert!
In the last post we dealt with a German national named Norbert (AKA Jina, The White Horse). In this post we will deal with yet…
A Policeman’s Lot 4 (part 2)….How to Arrest a White Horse!
Jenny and I left Marlborough Street Magistrates Court and I walked her back to Meard Street before making my way back to the police station…
A Policeman’s Lot 4 (part 1)….Norbert, The German Messiah.
One of the things I enjoyed most about working in London’s West End was that you never knew who you might meet or what might…