No wonder there is never a police officer around when there is a burglar walking up your path; we’re too busy dealing with absolute shite like:
- “This geezer called my 14-year-old Chelsea a slag and I want somefink done abaat it.”
- “I want my brother arrested, he borrowed my mobile phone and won’t return it.”
- A customer just shouted at me ‘cos we only had one till open and I take that as a threat.”
- “That arsehole across the road looks at me every time I leave the house, that’s harassment.”
Just a small soupcon of the drivel which has taken up the time of the officers round my way, much the same as the time taken up in every town the length & bredth of the whole country.