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Evenin’ All.

Policing East London, although often rewarding, can be a very demanding business at times. Take last Wednesday for example. It was early evening when we got a shout at the station, notifying us that a gang of heavily armed raiders had entered a building society premises in Whitechapel Road and were holding a number of hostages.

The lads on my watch immediately sprang into action and raced to the scene. Fortunately, I’d hidden a bottle of scotch and a few cans of premium strength lager in my locker which I drank in the toilets until I was sick down my clothes.

Evenin’ All.

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