Crime free Britain

For some considerable time now, we have been told - year on year it seems, that crime rates are falling. Violent crime, and sex offences particularly were going down.

A police officer friend of mine, said he didn't know who was compiling these figures. he actually left the force, because as he said he was sick and tired of arresting people sometimes at considerable risk to himself only to watch the courts let them go, or put them on probation, community work, or a suspended sentence. His wife never knew when he went to work whether she would see him again. The strain was too much, so he resigned.

How did that equate with crime rates falling? Well now we know it didn't . They have ben suppressing the figures. Not reporting crimes or reporting them as lesser crimes than they in reality were. Misdemeanours rather than felonies as our colonial cousins put it.

No doubt lessons will be learned and no doubt measures are even now being taken. The truth wouldn't be a bad place to start and anyone responsible for tampering removed from their jobs. Well I can dream.

My brother is also a police man who works in a place where you wouldn't walk in daylight let alone after dark.


Where he works thugs have no respect for the police, he has been assaulted numerous times whilst trying to apprehend the person for breaking the law only to see them slapped on the wrist and walk the streets a few days later laughing , he wasn't even jailed or fined for the assault on my brother as the Judges seem to think it part and parcel off arresting a criminal.


He is now left with severe spinal Injuries and has had enough , he is in pain due to the assaults he has had and is looking to retire .


THAT is the legacy police officers are left with for giving over 20 years sevice.


Police have been asked not to wear their uniforms to work, why they say that I don't know because how can a terrorist tell if the officer is going to work or actually on the beat ...there not that intelligent...they will be having them walking round in plain clothes soon.


I used to go to a pub near a barracks in my teens there were plenty off soldiers walking round in uniform , us girls went to this pub Saturday dinner time to watch them....big strapping soldiers cough...very enjoyable..NOW...you never see a soldier dressed in full combat walking round...it's a shame, girls today are missing Sooo much, life was so easy going then, chatting up soldiers is a thing off the past , you wouldn't even be able to spot a solider now...no fun.

You have made me laugh Kitti and brought back memories.  When I was young my parents kept a hotel in Lichfield a very small old city.  Just outside Lichfield was a place called Whittington Barracks.  When the soldiers were off duty they used to come into the city in the full army dress,  It was lovely.   My friend and I would make any excuse to get out of the house in the evenings.  Our best excuse was walking the dog, that dog had so much exercise.   Oh yes life was so much simpler then.  When I look back it seems a million years ago. I did not know it then but they were the best years. Life was easy, no fears. Terrorism was a word we had never heard, terror was something we associated with sitting in the one and nines watching Dracula. Now people live with terroism, are born into it, tragic it is.

Kitti made me smile as well, even though I'm male, I say even though, because I lost out to the uniforms didn't I? I used to go to the pier ballroom at Redcar on a Saturday evening, and if the fleet was in I had as much chance as a snowball in hell. Tell you what kitti, fuzeta must be well off to have done her courting in the one and nines. I did mine in the ninepenny fleapit. with a packet of crisps between us and a choc ice at the interval. Last of the big spenders.

Having said that there is the serious side. At least my friend walked away without sustaining any lasting injury, which is more than kitti's brother did. To a point, I understand the judges attitude, in that risk is part of a police officer's job and they shouldn't join if they don't want to take those risks. Assault on a police officer should then be reflected in the sentence. which should be long and harsh. I said I understood it, I don't agree with it. If the sentences handed down did reflect assaulting a police officer then there would be fewer who would try it. As it is they swagger about cracking on they are real heroes, fully and functionally able to father a child, but unable to keep a job to look after it.

The really disgraceful thing is that the crime figures have been manipulated in some cases so that someone would apparently merit promotion, or to avoid an "ethnic" dimension. As usual we have been hoodwinked by our political masters, something that pre WW2 politicians regardless of party would never have dreamed of doing

Well that is good to hear kitti and fuzeta,made mu chuckle too we need a bit of that on here don't we ? I lived near usa camp ,very youn soldiers my mum wouldn't let me date any of them . " friends married them and live in the states now for many years ,some stayed married some found out once got to usa that it was no a bed of roses ,for others they were lucky. When war had just finished ,I was cheeky kid and stood at front gate ,well front door was like 2ft. from that gate ,and called to americans GOT ANY GUM CHUM. I must have heard that from others as I was so tiny then . cheeky little devil I think when I could get away with it . Oh yes those older times were more innocent in some ways eh ? joyce1938

joyce1938 wrote:Well that is good to hear kitti and fuzeta,made mu chuckle too we need a bit of that on here don't we ?  I lived near usa camp ,very youn soldiers my mum wouldn't let me date any of them . " friends married them and live in the states now for many years ,some stayed married some found out once got to usa that it was no a bed of roses ,for others they were lucky. When war had just finished ,I was cheeky kid and stood at front gate ,well front door was like 2ft. from that gate ,and called to americans  GOT ANY GUM CHUM. I must have heard that from others as I was so tiny then .  cheeky little devil I think when I could get away with it . Oh yes those older times were more innocent in some ways eh ? joyce1938

That has made me laugh as well Joyce. I loved the ' got any gum chum' My Mom used to tell me not to talk to any soldiers but we did anyway. In fact I don't think I was supposed to speak to boys at all. When I went to the cinema (my friend got free tickets) We always had to come out before the end of the film for the 10pm curfew my Mom set. Never saw the end of a film. Then we used to take the dog for a walk wink. Our local barracks has recently been changed to a military hospital.

fuzeta wrote:

joyce1938 wrote:Well that is good to hear kitti and fuzeta,made mu chuckle too we need a bit of that on here don't we ?  I lived near usa camp ,very youn soldiers my mum wouldn't let me date any of them . " friends married them and live in the states now for many years ,some stayed married some found out once got to usa that it was no a bed of roses ,for others they were lucky. When war had just finished ,I was cheeky kid and stood at front gate ,well front door was like 2ft. from that gate ,and called to americans  GOT ANY GUM CHUM. I must have heard that from others as I was so tiny then .  cheeky little devil I think when I could get away with it . Oh yes those older times were more innocent in some ways eh ? joyce1938

That has made me laugh as well Joyce. I loved the ' got any gum chum'  My Mom used to tell me not to talk to any soldiers but we did anyway.  In fact I don't think I was supposed to speak to boys at all.  When I went to the cinema (my friend got free tickets) We always had to come out before the end of the film for the 10pm curfew my Mom set.  Never saw the end of a film.  Then we used to take the dog for a walk  wink.    Our local barracks has recently been changed to a military hospital.

Fancy using the dog as a stalking horse. My mother used to tell me not to bring any trouble home. I always asked her what she meant by that, but she wouldn't amplify. What COULD she have meant?

I don't know what your Mom could have possibly meant Katertaif but mine seemed to have the same thing on her mind. It might have been the ninepennies we sat in. We had the tickets free because my friend's Mom worked at the cinema, so I don't know. That was Lichfield. When I lived in Yarm on Tees as a small child, I think it was threpence or sixpence for the kid's Saturday Matinee. Flash Gordon and all that.

It was sixpence then to get into the Lyric at Grangetown, So we could all stamp our feet when Roy Rogers appeared. Or Hopalong Cassidy. Bet you can't remember the name of his horse.

Katertaif If you mean Roy Rogers, his horse's name was Trigger I think. I believe it was a victim of taxidermy when it died, perish the thought. I think it became more famous than Roy Rogers, So I have read anyway.

fuzeta wrote:Katertaif If you mean Roy Rogers, his horse's name was Trigger I think.  I believe it was a victim of taxidermy when it died, perish the thought.  I think it became more famous than Roy Rogers, So I have read anyway.

Yes Roy Roger's horse was indeed trigger and his dog was bullet. I meant Hopalong Cassidy. His horse was called Topper

I remember when I was 16 and worked for the MOD in Whitehall.


Every dinner time me and this girl after lunch walked through horse guards parade to the end where the guards were posted on horseback and put bits off paper In their boots with our phone numbers on in the hope at least one off them would call us, they never did...I loved working their, every minute I loved it...dinner times going the canteen waiting form the sailors to come in, we were in heaven I can fell you..people now moan about their jobs, I never did, in fact, i hated weekends and couldn't wait for Monday.


The pub I told you about was blown up in woolwich, it was so sad, I think i walked around in shock for weeks after, everything changed after that.


I'm sorry but I wouldn't be young in these days, kids don't know how to enjoy themselves, an apple and an orange and a pair off skates for Xmas and i was in heaven...all those times on those damn skates and I still couldn't stop falling over, I wore them out trying, the wheel fell off in the end...who wants iPads and iPods ....

Kitti, that sounds like a job from heaven for a teenage girl. Putting your phone numbers in the boots is hilarious.

Was that pub that was bombed the King's Arms ? The one the IRA blew up?

I got roller skates for Christmas as well, I loved them. Also a top and whip with some chalk to make pretty patterns when it spun. I think we all had the orange, apple and a few nuts in a stocking. Marvellous.

fuzeta wrote:  Kitti, that sounds like a job from heaven for a teenage girl.  Putting your phone numbers in the boots is hilarious.

Was that pub that was bombed the King's Arms ?  The one the IRA blew up?

I  got roller skates for Christmas as well, I loved them. Also a top and whip with some chalk to make pretty patterns when it spun.  I think we all had the orange, apple and a few nuts in a stocking. Marvellous.

We didn't know then what we would be doing now did we? Yes I had a top and whip as well, and a cap gun 'cos I am a  feller after all. Also the Orange, Apple etc in the sock. I swear my roller skates had a wonky wheel: Just like you kitti, I cant remember the number of times I fell over. We just picked ourselves up and carried on. These days they would need hospitalisation, followed by counselling, and a spot on the Jeremy Kyle show.

We lived at the top of a huge hill. The road up to it was very narrow with cars parked up one side, and just enough room for another car to drive up, if it met another car coming down the hill then someone had to reverse. It was a good job there weren't many cars in those days, because us kids used to put an annual on top of one roller skate, like a primeval skateboard, then sit on it and ride down the hill. Of course the book, skate and kid all usually parted company halfway down the hill and if a rare car appeared, all hell broke loose. Nowadays they'd say we were "deprived", were we hell.

Iris wrote:We lived at the top of a huge hill.  The road up to it was very narrow with cars parked up one side, and just enough room for another car to drive up, if it met another car coming down the hill then someone had to reverse.  It was a good job there weren't many cars in those days, because us kids used to put an annual on top of one roller skate, like a primeval skateboard, then sit on it and ride down the hill.  Of course the book, skate and kid all usually parted company halfway down the hill and if a rare car appeared, all hell broke loose.  Nowadays they'd say we were "deprived", were we hell.  

Exactly Iris we didn't have a hill handy although the Cleveland hills were not far away. We just played in the street and such cars as came into or parked in the street, simply accepted us as another road hazard. Those streets and the air raid shelters in the alley at the back were the Prairies of America, the jungles, of South America, the South African Veldt. or the surface of the Moon.There was no limit to our imagination. Particularly following a visit to the Saturday matinee. Which of us would be "Superman"