Crap cop stories
Ok, I might as well get them off my chest.
Used to live in Burngreave in Sheffield, an area with many problems.
I had bought my first house, and lived on my own.
First time I was burgled - arrived home to find ladder (not mine) against back bedroom window, window broken and valuables missing. Called polis. 'Oh no, they wouldn't have come in that way' was one of their helpful comments, looking at the ladder and broken window; another was that it was my 'fault for living in the area'.
Burglary no 2-had to go next door to phone the polis this time as they had trashed mine.
After phoning for the second time I was told that 'they would try and get someone round when they had finished with the motorists'.

Also while sitting watching tv one evening there was a knock on the door. 2 polispersons.
'Do you have a car?'
me 'Yes'
'Where is it?
me 'Outside on the street'
'No it isn't - its wrapped around the lamppost at the bottom of the road.'
(The twoc-ers hadn't been able to get the steering lock off).
They then proceeded to tell me that I would be liable to any damage done to the lamppost.
Gggggrrrrrrrr!

Ok - rant over.

Postscript: I went to survey the damage then called a garage to pick it up. I went back to the car & just on the offchance tried to start the engine - it started, so I decided I could drive there (half a mile and down hill all the way). Went indoors to phone the towtruck & tell it not to bother. Back to car. In the time it took me to make a phonecall the little ##%*)##s accross the road (who had almost certainly taken it in the first place) had nicked all the spark-plugs.
More gggrr.
(misspiggy In danger of having to get a job, Thu 14 Feb 2008, 14:53, Reply)