Despite everything you hear about he job as a police officer, I've got to say, I don't do 'scared' very often. Overall, on my day-to-day shifts as a response officer, my shifts tend to be extremely varied, and even occasionally dangerous. I get the odd adrenaline dump here and there, but scared? Not really. Read More >

"Eight-six receiving Mike Delta", my radio murmurs into life quietly. I turn the volume up. Today, I'm running the Misper car, the oh-so-joyous task of looking for missing persons who rarely are missing (and occasionally aren't even persons*) had taken me into a care home, where the lady who was reporting somebody missing had been utterly aghast by the fact that the CAD operator kept rudely interrupting our conversation. It took me the best part of a cup of tea to explain that the operator wasn't speaking to me specifically, but instead to all officers. Read More >

"So basically, you want to have your neighbour's kid arrested for splashing you with a bit of water?" I ask the man standing in front of me, more to summarise the situation in my head than to get any actual confirmation out of him. Read More >

Last week, our resident anonymous police cop was so rushed off his feet that he wasn't able to do his usual weekly story; so instead, we opened up for questions from the gallery. Today, in a super-special edition of Notes from the Front Line, Matt answers... Read More >

I've been on a load of training courses and aid (that's policing large events and such), and unfortunately just haven't had the time to write up another crazy whirl-wind adventure for you guys this week. But I'll make up for it by going against my better judgement: I'm going to answer a round of questions! Read More >

"Mike Delta 592 receiving Mike Delta" my radio encroaches on my rather pleasant chat with Kim in the cafeteria. Read More >

Fair warning: If you're just about to tuck into your lunch, you may want to bookmark this post to read later. It's a bit grim. Read More >

In the parking lot behind a local Sainsbury's I'm sat with my feet on the dashboard, in the passenger seat of a Panda, waiting for Jay to come back with our lunch. I don't really have any reason for having stayed in the car, other than complete, abject laziness. I suppose I was fiddling with the MDT when we pulled up, but really, that could have waited. Besides, I quite like to have someone else buy my lunch for me. Jay, especially – he's had a vegan girlfriend for a while, a relationship that fell apart a couple of weeks ago, and he's been trying to take revenge by eating as many cows as possible. If you ask me, it's not the greatest way of getting back at an ex, but as long as it makes him happy, who cares. Read More >

"Delito", the skipper snaps, peering over his stack of loosely-arranged papers. I look up. "What are you, six years old?" Read More >

It's about half-way through my shift, and it has been completely and utterly dead all morning. Sometimes, dead is good, and I'm sure quite a few of my colleagues would disagree with me when I say this, but I much prefer busy. Officially, the shifts are about 9 hours long, with one hour over-lap. Sometimes, that means you are dismissed earlier, because the next shift has managed to get their act together quickly; other times, you're working for fourteen hours straight because you somehow end up with an arrest minutes before the shift is meant to end. Read More >

I open my eyes to a buzzing sound next to my ear. "Bastard fly," I think, and swat at the thin air, hoping that somehow I've grown Mr. Miyagi-style fly-catching skills overnight. A likely scenario. Read More >

I was leaned against the wall outside a maternity clothing store, casually minding my own business. I had been there for about an hour and a half, and with my luck, I'd be there at least another hour. Maybe two. Read More >

The custody sergeant turned to me. "I think Mr. DiCaprio here might be under the influence of drugs or other substances, and to ensure we haven't missed any drugs on his person, I authorise a strip-search of the prisoner at this time". He took a quick glance at the whiteboard behind him. "Please use cell M5 to do the search". Read More >

I turned on the blues on the car, before doing a 3-point turn and pointing the car the right way. Read More >

"What the fuuuuuuuuu...", Simon wails, as his torch is spinning away into the darkness, creating a rapidly changing, ghoulish shadow-play on the walls, as the light from his torch is blocked by all sorts of rubbish on the floor. Read More >