October 29th, 2005

Work of Great Importance

Posted in Not the Job by 200

This is a story of animal-loving folk, well one animal loving folk (is there a singular of “folk”?) An eight year old lover of animals, well one specific animal really, an amphibian, Latin name lupus frogus paininarsus or, to give it its more common name ‘Crazy Frog’.

Actually, truth be told the story probably involves two Crazy Frogs.

Anyway, to cut to the chase, a 9-year-old boy was at home in the unduly warm October weather we’ve had this week when his neighbour overheard him singing. Nothing to interest us in a policey-type story stakes  I hear you say – wrong! The boy was singing the “Crazy Frog” song, the bloody annoying one which goes along the lines of ding-ding-ding-ding –diiiiing-ding, ding-ding-ding-ding –diiiiing.

Unfortunately the lad concerned did not take into account that his neighbour happened to be a female of French origin, who, on overhearing the young songster, promptly rang her majesty’s constabulary to report that her neighbour’s child was being racist towards her!

With due speed a patrol was despatched, as they are on all allegations of racist incidents, to speak with the indignant ‘victim’ of such blatant racist abuse. The officers followed up with a  visit to the boy’s mother (the boy was not spoken to by officers who decided no further action was necessary).

Under current Home Office crime recording rules this incident must be recorded as a racist incident (why? because someone, anyone, thinks it’s a racist incident) and all the usual forms completed, it might even go down as a detection once again proving that no stone is unturned in the police’s endeavours to rid the playgrounds of this country from such evil and despicable examples of racist filth, or something.

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