Exit The Legend
I once worked as a police constable for Kent Police. While I was there I met only 2 senior officers who had my complete respect. One was my chief inspector for training, Alexandra Harrington and the other was a duty inspector called Simon Davy. He’d made inspector in just 6 years and had been a captain in the British army previously. He was a fairly imposing figure, looking like a retired rugby player with a full head of white hair and an intimidating stare. He was one of the rare guvnors that got stuck in to work with the rest of us and the first time I met him was when my and my partner had arrested a drunken, violent man and called for a cage van to transport him. A few minutes later the van arrived with Inspector Davy at the wheel, as all the other officers were tied up. “Good afternoon lads” He glanced at the drunk we were sitting on and got out his notebook. “What’s your name then?” “COULDN’T GIVE A FUCK!” “That’s a long name” he replied, writing it d...
