Have I done anything BUT moan?

Oh yes, indeed I have.

Attended meetings various -including meeting with the Police (several times) Councillors (several times) Local youth workers (several times) - the only people I haven't ever had the opportunity of meeting with have been the parents of the little darlings who are out of control.

And no, I don't live on a sink estate, despite how it may appear. The problem is that I live opposite a big wooded park area (I go running through the park, it's well cared for to be fair) but of course, it is a magnet for all the not rights to use for drinking, fighting etc. I accept that a park will attract children, and up to a certain time, I've no issue with that. However, when it comes to having kids pissing about outside the house at all hours of the night and morning, that is when I get mad. I work for a living, I run a charity in my spare time, I've got MS (fortunately it is only mild at the moment, but I do need proper sleep) so I'm not some lazy arse scrote who can lay in bed all day watching Jeremy Kyle and catching up on my sleep - It may seem to some that I am some kind of habitual complainer and I'm not, I've better things to do with my time - but when faced with this constant problem of gangs of kids outside the house, the noise they make, the disturbance, the vandalism (don't forget we've have windows broken, cars done in, burgled etc) it just gets too much and I don't see why I should put up with it.

So there we are, to answer all my critics, I believe I have done all I can to try and make a difference and if for one moment anyone thinks I would run for local council they're mentally backward. Nope, not for me. I'd ruffle too many feathers and end up even more angry than I am now!

Since I left work earlier this evening

I've been to the gym, cooked some dinner, watched a bit of tv and surfed the net for a little while. I was wondering out of curiousity, how many other police related blogs there are? Fucking hundreds!!!! I am tempted to say, "shouldn't you be out arresting criminals and solving low level crime" but that would be churlish.... wouldn't it?

And there was this time.......

When we heard a carry on outside - nothing unusual around here. But at the same time my lad was just arriving home from his girlfriend's. He came in and said "You won't believe this mum, gang of lads outside, one of em's swinging a baseball bat about". Ahhhh, bless their little hearts, they were clearly planning a game between them...... Yeah, I'm talking rubbish, it was half 11 at night - too late to be practising your swing.... or was it?

Few minutes later another gang of kids arrived, a fight broke out resulting in Mr Baseball bat chasing a young lad into the park screaming "I'll fucking kill you, you bastard", and off they all went into the park. Did the bastard get killed? Dunno me' dears, no reports of a body being found yet and I run through the park every few days - who knows, I may well stumble upon it soon, in a state of decomposure. Shan't be arsed calling the police though, fuck it, if they couldn't be arsed to turn out when the incident was taking place, they won't be fucking bothered about a dead body a few weeks later, will they?

My friend, the police officer....

OK, I lied, I don't have any friends who are police officers, they all hate me!! No seriously, I do actually have a pal who is a police officer and I also have a pal who is an ex police officer (the latter is my favourite friend...) My friend who is still serving says she hates what her job has become and "this" is not what she signed up for. My other pal who left a few years ago, said it had become an awful job to do and he'd had too many bad experiences whereby he'd attempted to deal with toss bag kids, just starting out their criminal lives, only to have his efforts thwarted at every corner.

I reckon that sadly, we are stuck with this shitty society, we have a small handful of officers who really do give a shit about the public and I applaud them. The rest of them are as the last few days suggests, pathetic jobsworths who believe that they are hard done to and people like me should simply accept that society is lawless and stop my whinging, leaving them to complete a bit more uneccessary paper work and catch a few more speeding motorists.

GOT WHAT I WANTED? HOW DARE YOU.

I have never, ever, agreed with soft policing methods. When I was a child and I saw a police officer, I would almost bow my head with respect, it was like being close to a minister or man of the cloth! Even now, if a police car is behind me in traffic, I automatically feel under pressure to drive to Advanced standards (yes I did my advanced test because I care about road safety, the safety of others etc) - so even now, knowing how the police really can't/won't do anything to help me, I still have a fair bit of respect for them. But you know what? That is down to my upbringing - I was brought up to respect my elders, behave myself, work hard at school, etc, I'm sure you get the picture.

I firmly believe we now live in a lawless society and I feel strongly enough about this to have written to MPs and guess what? They don't give a flying fuck either. My issue with the police is not so much what you do, it's what you don't do. Why can't you deal with these feral kids properly? We have prisons full of people who ought not to be there, and streets full of people who should!!!! The world is on its head and I am sick and tired of it.

So to summarise - I never got what I asked for because I never requested it. I never wanted hundreds of kids outside my house wreaking havoc and behaving like little bastards - I never wanted both my front windows putting through with huge bricks, I equally never wanted the police and insurers to interrogate ME when they were put through - what is that all about? Where had I been? Who was I with? What did my son see? (Well, actually lads, he saw someone looking through the window with a pint in his hand about 20 minutes prior - my lad went out to the shop in his car and when he came back the windows were both through - he drove around the block again, and saw the same bloke standing in the local pub doorway having a fag - did the police officer go and have a word with anyone at the pub - did they balls - but then why should they, that's not good evidence is it - same bloke peering through the window with pint in his hand just before the windows were smashed....) So whilst I was the "victim" here (here we go, nice bit of "low level " crime for you to opine about) I was made to feel as if I was in fact, the perpretator.

Anyway, I digress, what exactly did I "ask for"? Enlighten me please.

One more for the road

Thought I'd share this one with you, just before I retire for the night (tend to try to get to bed early most nights, just in case I'm disturbed in the early hours).

During the early hours of one summer weekend, I had the pleasure of listening to "John and Sara" who were screaming outside the house for over 20 minutes. At one point Sara started screaming and crying and John said "Oh fucking hell Sara, what's happened, you came out of the park with your knickers round your ankles what's happened" Well as you might imagine, despite the fact I wanted to kill John and Sara, I started to panic and wondered if this girl had been attacked. I mean, knickers around ankles?? Either she'd gone for a pee, been so pissed she couldn't pull them back up (most likely explanation) or she'd been having sex in the woods and forgot to get dressed properly (highly likely explanation) or she'd been attacked - (possible explanation).

So, with a heavy heart I called the police and began the ritual of explaining what was going on. In the meantime, John and Sara continued their scrapping outside my house, her screaming and crying, him bollocking he up and down. She was so pissed you couldn't make out what she was saying.

Did the police turn up? I've no idea, I was past caring by the time I'd been listening to this for 3 quarters of an hour.

Anyway, bed time for me - plenty more where this came from - bet you'e all glued to your seats aren't you?

Touched a nerve have I?

It's not all about as "anonymous" suggests, me, me, me, far from it. As police officers, I actually feel quite sorry for you. What I object to is the total lack of common sense, and the fact that no-one really seems to give a shit about what my family have gone through. You know, that family that I have cared for, for many a long year, my children who have grown into adults that I am proud of - unlike the little bastards around here, who have been dragged up. In the absence of any parental control or guidance, the only people I have to rely on for the safety of myself and my family (oh bollocks, is that a bit too me, me, me, to expect officers of the law to actually offer me a little protection..?) are the police.

I am a tax payer, why can't I expect to receive assistance when I need it? Why should I have to listen to gangs of fucking idiots right outside my front door, every single night? Gangs of kids gathering together making fucking a god awful noise?

If you think I'm being ever so slightly over the top, then ideally, you need to come and witness it for yourself. I have already invited the Chief Constable of GMP to come for dinner one evening, let him see how I have to live. I'll show my arse on the steps of the town hall if that were to happen.

So you just carry on with your soft policing - just carry on letting these evil bastard children get away with..,. I almost said murder then - bit of a Fraudien slip - because there are times when it does.