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there used to be one on here though whose name was daniel or something, he was nice
I still lurk, because this place still makes me laugh until I cry on a reasonably regular basis. Becoming a detective completely took over my life, destroyed a relationship, turned me into a cop show cliche and now I'm having a mid life crisis and trying to get my youth back and find a new job.
If it is me you remember, it is nice to be remembered. If not, well uhm, this is awkward!
(You did see the Gritty Cop thread, right?)
(Also, sorry to hear about your crises.)
Not playing by the rules usually ends up in an uncomfortable stay in prison these days!
Also, my crisis is fine, I'm enjoying it!
soon to be 3
My friend from school's Dad was one, my cousin's one and a guy I went to school with is one but these are all people I've not seen for about ten years.
One is nice, one is a cunt and the last one is somewhere in the middle.
One is nice but incredibly dim, one is an absolute prick and I can't remember who the other one is.
1 citizen officer
1 guy who works for the police catching paedos but not technically an officer
2 bobbies and a plain-clothes drugs squad officer
Two police officers in the UK. Three officers in Canada - two regional police, one Ontario Provincial Police.
if so one.
Professionally: I've dealt with a couple of dozen, I guess.
unless we're counting the ones that line the streets at chucking-out time that you have a chat with occasionally.
I sort-of know one, used to occasionally have a pint with him when we were about 17/18, but I wouldn't call him a friend.
One is the husband of a friend of mine, although he's actually looking to get out of the force because he's basically a decent guy surrounded by fucking cunts who make life hard for him because he's not a fucking cunt as well.
The other is my downstairs neighbour. Weird guy, recently married, and whenever his wife goes out he puts on the gayest, trashiest handbag house music you've ever heard and cranks up the volume. As soon as she comes back, it's off.
I don't hang around with the man, man
One i know is a massive twat.
Both guys in my year at school. I bumped into one of them at Bristol airport a few years ago wondering around with a sub-machinegun. (Him, not me)
or why I thought he/she existed.