A real pearler this time: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/drunk-tanks-and-minimum-prices-to-help-britain-sober-up-6917683.html
Well – it’s a few days old, but it gives an insight into how a senior, experienced (?), powerful (undoubtedly) and influential politician’s mind works. In essence it goes like this:
Complex social problem ->
Simple solution dreamt up by blue-sky thinkers ->
Improved popularity ratings ->
Job done !!! Gin and tonics all round.
Basically get the Police (after all it will be us who do it...) to drive round the rowdy town centres of England and Wales by night and scoop up the drunks and place them in a mobile booze bus so they can think about what they’ve done...
In reality, it ignores the practical and very real problems of dealing with inebriated people, drinking to oblivion for a wide range of reasons, from boredom, addiction, lack of self control, low price, easy availability, inexperience, peer pressure, shifting expectations of society – I could go on... you get the picture.
It’s fair to say that David Cameron has no experience of looking after a drunk angry man. Or woman. Or child. And certainly not in a moving vehicle. And not with mental health problems. And physical health problems. And recent injuries. And recent drug consumption. I dare say he wouldn’t know where to start, and it’s one of those things where a wrong decision potentially leads to a rather tragic end for our erstwhile comedy drunk. Because, after all drunks are just loud, noisy, silly and a nuisance. Not violent, unpredictable and very labour intensive to look after safely, checking for head injuries, medical conditions such as diabetes or epilepsy masked by copious quantities of alcohol.
Happily enough, the Police Federation poured plenty of cold water on this particularly ill thought out wheeze:
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/camerons-drunk-tanks-are-dangerous-say-police-6953014.html
Oh well, as long as it’s not me who has to staff the vomit bus. That would make for a very long, trying night.
Sgt C.
The view from the office at the end of the corridor - the last point at which the crap stops flowing down from above. Never brews up. Better paid than a PC - less stress than the Inspector. Leave a comment - I've been fed and won't bite.
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Apologies for the delay
Hmmmm - nearly three years to update. Perhaps not a record - but I've been busy / distracted / otherwise engaged.
The good news is I'm still living the dream and working hard for our latest set of masters .
And bless 'em - ten times worst than the last bunch. . .
So - pay and conditions under attack, pensions to be hiked up and reformed, and staffing and budgets being cut, but the ever reliable Inspector Gadget does tend to prove that we're doing really rather well . Perhaps a little too well...
But, that said - between Ian Tomlinson, the disastorous coaverage of the hacking / leaks / bungs from News International and the usual hyperbolic reporting from my favourite comic and newspaper you can forgive my occasional cynicism.
Catch you soon....
Sgt C.
The good news is I'm still living the dream and working hard for our latest set of masters .
And bless 'em - ten times worst than the last bunch. . .
So - pay and conditions under attack, pensions to be hiked up and reformed, and staffing and budgets being cut, but the ever reliable Inspector Gadget does tend to prove that we're doing really rather well . Perhaps a little too well...
But, that said - between Ian Tomlinson, the disastorous coaverage of the hacking / leaks / bungs from News International and the usual hyperbolic reporting from my favourite comic and newspaper you can forgive my occasional cynicism.
Catch you soon....
Sgt C.
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