December 16th, 2009

Hero of the Week

Posted in The Job - General by 200

In a change to my occasional Scum of the Week Award, I’m giving you 200′s Hero of the Week, or more precisely Heroine of the Week.

Actually, there’s probably also a Scum of the Week in the same post.

70-year-old pensioner, Patricia Hendry, was praised by a judge today after he jailed a thug for attacking her friend in Luton earlier this year.

In May, Patricia’s friend, 66-year-old Patrick Barrett withdrew some money from a cashpoint. He became aware of someone watching & made his way to Patricia’s home nearby where he let himself in. David Cherrington, 42, had followed Mr Barrett back to the house & entered via an insecure door. He then attacked Mr Barrett demanding that he hand over the cash.

During the attack Mrs Hendry armed herself with a plank of wood & set about the attacker who made off with the victim’s money. Mr Barrett was left with a large scar on his forehead.

Cherrington was later arrested in June when Mrs Hendry recognised him in the street & pointed him out to police. He was jailed for three & a half years at Luton Crown Court.

Christine Rabaiotti, defending, said: “He is deeply, deeply remorseful for this aberrant piece of behaviour and wants to become a useful member of society.” It’s a pity he didn’t think of that before he decided to follow a vulnerable old man home from the cashpoint & violently rob him inside someone’s home.

Mrs Hendry will receive a High Sheriff’s Bravery Award together with £250.

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  1. Jabadaw says:

    What always makes me give out an ironic laugh is how these peoples solicitors blab out the same tired cliches about how their scum client is deeply remorseful for whatever crime it is they have done. To you solicitors who give these words either to the court or to the waiting press on the streets of the court steps, you are so WRONG!

    What they are remorseful about is the fact that they got caught and have ended up in court or prison. The only person they feel sorry for is themselves and their own bruised ego.

    A song that we should play for Mrs. Hendry is ‘Respect’ by Aretha Franklin

    December 16th, 2009 at 23:31

  2. Reactively Proactive says:

    Jabadaw has said it all for me.
    I know solicitors are only in it for the money, but really……

    December 17th, 2009 at 03:14

  3. Paul says:

    In a purely adversarial court system, this will happen. It is the defence and/or prosecutions job to present the case to the best of their ability. (Prosecutors will prosecute people they think are innocent as well. The real problem is the non-neutrality of the Police IMO.)

    The fault is not the solicitor presenting this “he’s just had a baby, come off drugs, and is really sorry” it’s the people believing it as read.

    Such stories may be genuine when it is a person who has gone off the rails once, but should be taken less seriously when its a career criminal.

    Locally we had an idiot judge let a bloke off prison after he claimed a serious conversion to evangelical Chritianity complete with all the trimmings ; he went on and on about being saved, how he’d seen the light, you can imagine it.

    What made the story newsworthy was it emerged that he’d claimed exactly the same thing in the same court a couple of years previously …. in front of the same judge.

    December 17th, 2009 at 07:18

  4. anon says:

    Paul provides the wiser, balanced view.

    December 17th, 2009 at 08:25

  5. Anon says:

    Some years ago, my late grandfather was walking through town when he saw a couple of young thugs set upon a elderly gentleman, who’d lost a leg at Gallipoli. My grandfather, then in his late 70s, went over and told them to “leave off or get what’s coming to you”.

    The thugs, of course, thought this was ridiculous and decided my grandfather was fair game, too.

    It was a very, very bad mistake.

    My grandfather was not only extremely hard from a life spent working in mines, factories and mills, but he’d also been a very successful boxer in his 20s and 30s. He’d travelled with a boxing circus, where he’d take on any comers. If a challenger could get through three rounds with him they’d win 10 bob. In 15 years, the promoter only paid out twice.

    My grandfather also made money on the side through bareknuckle matches.

    So when the two would-be bruisers went for him, he gave them a very hard lesson in genuine street fighting. Both ended up with broken noses and blacked eyes, one had a fractured jaw and the other had fractured ribs. (Yes, he could still punch.)

    My family found out about it because we’d gone to visit him that day, and found him at home with his hands in a bowl of ice and two police officers interviewing him. They were extremely bemused to discover that the two yobs, who were well known to them for robbing elderly people, had been flattened by a 78-year-old man.

    No action was taken against my grandfather.

    But the best thing was still to come. The two thugs ended up leaving town because they were a complete laughing stock—they’d go into shops or walk down the street only to find people, particularly elderly people, pointing at them, laughing, and making quips about them taking a pasting from a pensioner.

    December 17th, 2009 at 09:21

  6. PC a Hunn says:

    Good craic, theres nothing better than some scrote getting a kicking off a pensioner. News like this should be in the nationals and the scrote named and ridiculed before a good old fashioned public flogging.

    My Grandfather was in the job for over 30 years and an old fashioned big, hard fighting, hard drinking Copper. One night when he was in his 70′s he and my Granny were getting the bus home when a couple of drunken louts called my granny a “fucking old bat”. He got up and asked the bus driver to stop the bus. He then beat shit out of both the louts and threw them off the bus, much to the amusement of the rest of the passengers.

    December 17th, 2009 at 13:25

  7. rafanon says:

    Good on ya Mrs H!

    December 17th, 2009 at 13:34

  8. MarkUK says:

    What a wonderfully heartwarming story. Mess with Hell’s Grannies at your peril!

    A friend of mine, some years ago, was at his local chippie late in the evening. His mum served behind the counter, even though she was getting on a bit.

    Bill (we’ll call him) had a special order so his meal was taking a bit longer. Enter the Three Musty Beers – three youths in their early 20s who’d had some pop. They insulted Bill’s mum, and “old bat” was one of the more polite insults. Bill kept his temper but remonstrated. The chippie owner showed them the door, and came back to say to Bill “Watch out – they may be waiting for you”.

    Bill got his supper and walked back to his car. The three youths approached bill, telling him what they were about to do to him. Bill put his chips down. One of the youths swung a punch. In total, three punches connected. All were from Bill; all put a youth on the deck.

    Bill was training for a karate black belt.

    The three idiots even complained to the police, but were faced with an old-fashioned desk sergeant. (Told you it was a while ago.)

    “So, how many of them were there?”

    “Only one”

    “And three of you. Hmmm, was he a big bloke?”

    “No, he was short, fat and 40-ish”

    “So, let’s see. Three of you were set upon by a little fat bloke twice your age and he knocked you all down. F**K OFF AND STOP WASTING MY TIME!”

    The fact that the sergeant recognised Bill’s description and knew he was a fairly mellow bloke may have had something to do with it.

    December 17th, 2009 at 21:55

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