Saturday, February 26, 2005

Useless Warwickshire Police (Part 2)

So yesterday, after someone had broken our patio window for the second time in a week, I thought the best thing to do was phone the police to report it. While I was on the phone, Steve was chasing the vandals up the canal tow path (in a tshirt, in February).

The conversation to the police went something like this:

Me: Hello, I'd like to report some vandalism. Someone has broken my window.
Warwickshire Police: Please get off the line, your problem is of little interest to us and we have tea to drink.

Well, it wasn't quite like that, but that was the general impression given. When I told them that someone was following the vandals and could describe them and knew where they were the police weren't interested. They said they might send out a patrol car, if one became free, but they were busy and I was low priority. Honestly, I don't know why I pay my council tax.

Anyhow, to take our minds off the drama, me and John and Steve went for curry at Delhi Palace. It was tasty. Later Paul joined us and we went for a drink in the Jug. In a strange turn of events I ended up drinking white wine (gallons of it from what I cannot recall), had a converstation with a stranger who it turned out lives next to my old headmistress in Bury, and finished off the evening at our house while Paul told us about how his dog called Bisto once licked his eyeball.


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