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…
Category: Senior Chatters
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…
A Policeman’s Lot 3….The long Remembered Sergeant.
So far I have covered the very earliest time of my life “On the Beat” in London’s West End but today I thought I might…
Nursing through the Troubles in Northern Ireland.
It wasnt pleasant being a young girl in the 70’s and 80’s in Northern Ireland but I was very lucky being brought up on a…
What Is Your Preference?
Are you living a comfortable life, caged life or maybe a charged one? Have you ever said to a friend, that you have a great…
A Policeman’s Lot 2….The Case of the Lethal Piano Accordion
The Case of the Lethal Piano Accordion If you read my first post in the Policeman’s Lot blog you will know that after completing my…
A Policeman’s Lot
Whenever I recount stories about my 32 years service in London’s Metropolitan Police Force (sorry, Service) I usually get the response, “You really should write…