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If they had a job for you they rang, if not you moved on to the next kiosk. If you were unlucky enough to get a sticky job in between then you were on your own and would often have a few bruises to prove it!
We worked a seven shift night's week, followed by two rest days (and slept half way through the first one of them) followed by what was called an "I/C" week. For the uninitiated that's 7 days of incoming paper work, of summonses, warrants, foreign force enquiries etc.
This was a great way to get to know who lived on your patch. No radio, no body armour, no CS, no baton, no stun gun, only a short piece of hickory (known as a truncheon) and your whit's to defend you. But the public respected us because we had earned their respect and could be called on at any time to step in as a police officer. Everyone knew where the line was and what would happen if it was crossed it.
Today the police commute in, do a job and then commute out! When was the last time you saw a bobby on the beat and do you know his or her name?
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