It's only THE full trailer for one of my most eagerly anticipated movies of 2007!
Police career aside - I loved 'Shaun' and was a massive fan of 'Spaced'. The team can do no wrong.
Can't wait!
Saturday, December 16, 2006
More Fuzz
Friday, December 15, 2006
Rolling news, rolling murder
Apologies if this little ramble may come across as insensitive right now.
I'm an ardent news junkie. I love my news me. I generally have to catch a bulletin at least once a day because I'm genuinely fascinated by the myriad of things that occur across our planet each day. But of late, I've occasionally been close to putting my foot through the television at times.
I mean what is it with the media right now? Give them some serial murders and they think it's Christmas.
Oh, okay it is Christmas... But they're reporting with about as much sensitivity and restraint right now as a kid on Christmas morning, don't you think? Even the usually sober BBC is trying to out-report and out 'shock' Sky News more than normal.
Flicked on the 24-news upon returning from a long day at work. Kept it on in the background whilst fixing tea...
Anchor hands over to a positively excited looking reporter outside Suffolk Police HQ who has nothing new to tell us supposedly slavering viewers, but they definitely
"Have the feeling that the pace of events here have stepped up a gear..."
They don't know how, or why, but they just know that. From sources unknown.
Cut to irresponsible ex-detective who helpfully explains CID for Dummies to any would-be murderers watching.
Cut back to reporter at HQ, looking for all intents and purposes like a schoolchild bursting to tell the teacher. Ooo! Ooo! We've had...
Reports of a missing girl in the area... We don't know who she is, where she's gone missing... But we know that's how the other girls ended up...
'BREAKING NEWS: Missing girl' scrolls across the bottom of the screen within seconds.
Back to the studio for a news round up of other events in the world, some equally horrible.
Back once again to Suffolk.
Anything new?
Nope. But soon. We're sure of that.
Obsessive?
Well, stay with us for all the latest.
Only a few minutes later, it's back to a 'related' story - an interview with the parents of Rachel Whitear, a girl who died consumed by her Heroin addiction. Her parents allowed the use of the now imfamous image of her dead, curled-up black/blue body, in a hard-hitting anti-drugs campaign. Reporter decides to throw in the spectacularly tactful question:
"Did she become involved in prostitution?"
Reply - an utterly firm (and barely disguising shock); No!
...And then cut to a news-round up, complete with aerial shots of Ipswich and repeated use of the word Fear.
Then?
I switched off.
(Addendum: Said missing girl was thankfully found safe according to the later news)
I'm an ardent news junkie. I love my news me. I generally have to catch a bulletin at least once a day because I'm genuinely fascinated by the myriad of things that occur across our planet each day. But of late, I've occasionally been close to putting my foot through the television at times.
I mean what is it with the media right now? Give them some serial murders and they think it's Christmas.
Oh, okay it is Christmas... But they're reporting with about as much sensitivity and restraint right now as a kid on Christmas morning, don't you think? Even the usually sober BBC is trying to out-report and out 'shock' Sky News more than normal.
Flicked on the 24-news upon returning from a long day at work. Kept it on in the background whilst fixing tea...
Anchor hands over to a positively excited looking reporter outside Suffolk Police HQ who has nothing new to tell us supposedly slavering viewers, but they definitely
"Have the feeling that the pace of events here have stepped up a gear..."
They don't know how, or why, but they just know that. From sources unknown.
Cut to irresponsible ex-detective who helpfully explains CID for Dummies to any would-be murderers watching.
Cut back to reporter at HQ, looking for all intents and purposes like a schoolchild bursting to tell the teacher. Ooo! Ooo! We've had...
Reports of a missing girl in the area... We don't know who she is, where she's gone missing... But we know that's how the other girls ended up...
'BREAKING NEWS: Missing girl' scrolls across the bottom of the screen within seconds.
Back to the studio for a news round up of other events in the world, some equally horrible.
Back once again to Suffolk.
Anything new?
Nope. But soon. We're sure of that.
Obsessive?
Well, stay with us for all the latest.
Only a few minutes later, it's back to a 'related' story - an interview with the parents of Rachel Whitear, a girl who died consumed by her Heroin addiction. Her parents allowed the use of the now imfamous image of her dead, curled-up black/blue body, in a hard-hitting anti-drugs campaign. Reporter decides to throw in the spectacularly tactful question:
"Did she become involved in prostitution?"
Reply - an utterly firm (and barely disguising shock); No!
...And then cut to a news-round up, complete with aerial shots of Ipswich and repeated use of the word Fear.
Then?
I switched off.
(Addendum: Said missing girl was thankfully found safe according to the later news)
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Awwww
In amongst all the murder, death and destruction there's some wonderful, heart-warming stories to be found still.
This is one.
This is one.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Sky
From NASA's Space Shuttle website:
"A large bird appears to chase Space Shuttle Discovery as it roars into space and emblazons the night sky."
Wow, cool.
I don't think I ever fail to be amazed.
Do click for the larger version, to get the full impact of the image, if you have a moment.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Week nineteen
Looking back through my timetables and binders whilst revising this evening...
Subjects covered in the last 10 weeks:
Subjects covered in the last 10 weeks:
- Powers of Arrest/Entry, Summons, Warrants
- Discretion
- Decision Making
- Theft/Robbery/Burglary/Deceptions/Aggravated
- Taking Without Consent/Aggravated
- Criminal Damage
- Criminal Attempts
- Offensive Weapons/Going Equipped
- Drugs
- Giving Evidence
- Witness/Suspect Interviews
- Disclosure
- 'CSI stuff': scenes of crime, DNA, fingerprints, exhibits, preservation, impressions
- Custody Procedure/Bail
- Breach of the Peace/Public Order/Fixed-Penalty Notices
- MG Files
- Civil Disputes
- Missing Persons
- Traffic Law - Classification/Licensing/Driving whilst disqualified/Document Production/Fixed-Penalty Notices/Summons/Drink-Driving/Road Traffic Collisions/Goods Vehicles
...And that's the abridged version, there's plenty of other subjects underneath all of those headings.
No wonder my head is swimming. Now, am I waving? Am I drowning? That remains to be seen.
But it has been wildly interesting thus far. A very different view of daily life, to say the last.
On an aside, but related note. The news of these murders in Ipswich is grim indeed, but don't you find it unsettling how certain sections of the media seem almost 'excited' to have another potential serial killer on their hands? I mean, glance at any tabloid, watch the ITV evening news... The fascination is at times just as disturbing.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
The Brotherhood
Or call it Sisterhood then if you wish to get all PC.
...PC?!
Get it?
*groan*
Anyway, for the purposes of this little ramble, sod the gender-neutral terms for a moment.
I was just thinking today how much I'm beginning to appreciate the aforementioned brotherhood which seems to exist in the Police Force. Sure, there's the same gossip, the same competitive edge and sneering that you get in any workplace. But when it comes down to it - I really do get the impression that everyone looks out for each other. It's like we're all pulling in the same direction and we have the same goal; safer and closer communities. However as Police Officers we're aided and fought by those very communities on a daily basis - dammed if we do, damned if we don't. We have to band together, work as one.
Walking around my local force HQ I'm continually surprised in the best possible way by how many strangers say 'hello' as they pass by, hold doors open for you politely, or if you're looking slightly lost ask if you're OK. Police Trainers who we may have only had for an hour, weeks ago, are eager to hear our progress. Officers at the stations, though it be because they're short of manpower, can't wait to get us out there on the streets. Everyone genuinely seems to want us to succeed, and specific trainers are always looking our for our welfare, fighting our corners. They were there once; hence most are always eager to help.
I've never known this in any workplace before, and I can't think of many workplaces where such an ethos is apparent.
And I've come to rely on it already. These last few weeks have been particularly stressful, however it seems apparent that so many are willing me on, ready to catch me if I fall.
...PC?!
Get it?
*groan*
Anyway, for the purposes of this little ramble, sod the gender-neutral terms for a moment.
I was just thinking today how much I'm beginning to appreciate the aforementioned brotherhood which seems to exist in the Police Force. Sure, there's the same gossip, the same competitive edge and sneering that you get in any workplace. But when it comes down to it - I really do get the impression that everyone looks out for each other. It's like we're all pulling in the same direction and we have the same goal; safer and closer communities. However as Police Officers we're aided and fought by those very communities on a daily basis - dammed if we do, damned if we don't. We have to band together, work as one.
Walking around my local force HQ I'm continually surprised in the best possible way by how many strangers say 'hello' as they pass by, hold doors open for you politely, or if you're looking slightly lost ask if you're OK. Police Trainers who we may have only had for an hour, weeks ago, are eager to hear our progress. Officers at the stations, though it be because they're short of manpower, can't wait to get us out there on the streets. Everyone genuinely seems to want us to succeed, and specific trainers are always looking our for our welfare, fighting our corners. They were there once; hence most are always eager to help.
I've never known this in any workplace before, and I can't think of many workplaces where such an ethos is apparent.
And I've come to rely on it already. These last few weeks have been particularly stressful, however it seems apparent that so many are willing me on, ready to catch me if I fall.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Weird Al Yankovic - Polkarama!
I'm usually quite indifferent to Weird Al, but this track is fabulous.
Guaranteed to raise a smile.
Absolutely creased up once it hit 02:35.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Passing time
I feel like crap.
I'm bored, uninspired and lonely.
So I nicked this from a fellow blogger to pass the time.
That, is what I'm reduced to these days.
* * * *
Place an 'X' by all the things you've done, or remove the 'X' from the ones you have not.
This is for your entire life!
Smoked a cigarette (unless tokes count)
Drank so much you threw up X
Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back X
Been arrested No, but will do soon...
Gone on a blind date
Skipped school X
Seen someone die
Been to Canada X
Been to Florida
Been to Mexico
Been on a plane X
Been lost X
Been on the opposite side of the country X (and the world)
Gone to Chicago X
Swam in the ocean X
Felt like dying X
Cried yourself to sleep X
Played cops and robbers X (and now it's my job, hurrah!)
Recently colored with crayons
Sang karaoke I avoid it like the plague
Paid for a meal with only coins X
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't X
Made prank phone calls X
Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose X
Caught a snowflake on your tongue X
Danced in the rain X
Written a letter to Santa Claus X
Been kissed under the mistletoe
Watched the sun rise with someone you care about X
Blown bubbles X
Made a bonfire on the beach X
Crashed a party X
Gone roller skating X
Ice-skating X
Any nicknames? Umm, Ing?!
Ever steal any traffic signs?
Ever been in a car accident? Will soon attend many...
Was it your fault? N/A
2 Doors or 4 Doors? I'm with Rose on the 5-door hatchbacks
Salad dressing? None specifically
Favorite pie? Apple, although the 'Twin Peaks' fan in me wants to say Cherry
Favorite number? 7 or 5
Favorite movie? Contact
Favorite holiday? August Bank Holiday
Favorite dessert? Rhubarb crumble
Favorite food? I was only thinking the other day, I really miss Pytt-I-Panna (a Swedish dish)
Favorite day of the week? Friday
Favorite brand of body soap? Dove
Favorite TV show? Either Lost or the new Battlestar Gallactica
Favorite Toothpaste? Aquafresh
Favorite smell? Fresh Coffee
What do you do to relax? Read
Do you have a message to your friends reading this now? Whatever it was, I'm sorry, ok?
How do you see yourself in 10 years? Honestly? I have no idea. I mean, I aspire, but I just don't know where I'll end up.
What do you do when you are bored? Fill in things like this.
I'm bored, uninspired and lonely.
So I nicked this from a fellow blogger to pass the time.
That, is what I'm reduced to these days.
* * * *
Place an 'X' by all the things you've done, or remove the 'X' from the ones you have not.
This is for your entire life!
Smoked a cigarette (unless tokes count)
Drank so much you threw up X
Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back X
Been arrested No, but will do soon...
Gone on a blind date
Skipped school X
Seen someone die
Been to Canada X
Been to Florida
Been to Mexico
Been on a plane X
Been lost X
Been on the opposite side of the country X (and the world)
Gone to Chicago X
Swam in the ocean X
Felt like dying X
Cried yourself to sleep X
Played cops and robbers X (and now it's my job, hurrah!)
Recently colored with crayons
Sang karaoke I avoid it like the plague
Paid for a meal with only coins X
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't X
Made prank phone calls X
Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose X
Caught a snowflake on your tongue X
Danced in the rain X
Written a letter to Santa Claus X
Been kissed under the mistletoe
Watched the sun rise with someone you care about X
Blown bubbles X
Made a bonfire on the beach X
Crashed a party X
Gone roller skating X
Ice-skating X
Any nicknames? Umm, Ing?!
Ever steal any traffic signs?
Ever been in a car accident? Will soon attend many...
Was it your fault? N/A
2 Doors or 4 Doors? I'm with Rose on the 5-door hatchbacks
Salad dressing? None specifically
Favorite pie? Apple, although the 'Twin Peaks' fan in me wants to say Cherry
Favorite number? 7 or 5
Favorite movie? Contact
Favorite holiday? August Bank Holiday
Favorite dessert? Rhubarb crumble
Favorite food? I was only thinking the other day, I really miss Pytt-I-Panna (a Swedish dish)
Favorite day of the week? Friday
Favorite brand of body soap? Dove
Favorite TV show? Either Lost or the new Battlestar Gallactica
Favorite Toothpaste? Aquafresh
Favorite smell? Fresh Coffee
What do you do to relax? Read
Do you have a message to your friends reading this now? Whatever it was, I'm sorry, ok?
How do you see yourself in 10 years? Honestly? I have no idea. I mean, I aspire, but I just don't know where I'll end up.
What do you do when you are bored? Fill in things like this.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Nice day for a white wedding...
Departed here just gone 06:00 Saturday allowing me to get a good jump on the southbound traffic and allowed me to rather pleasantly discover a fabulously funky new radio show (because, why else would I be awake at stupid-o'clock on a Saturday morning?).
Whilst driving down the M5 past Bristol, hours later, I get a call from my friend Becky (yes, Bluetooth headset = legal, thankyouverymuch). Anyway, so it turns out she's on the same route but only about 15 miles behind. So, after having slowed to 50mph for a while (anyone who knows my driving will know what an excruciatingly painful experience that was for me), she catches up and we were able drive in convoy the rest of the way. Whilst I arrived in good spirits, she most certainly did not. As soon has her partner was out of earshot she muttered something about "being divorced in a year at this rate" (he was being quite the grumpy bugger), and we continue to have this conversation as we cross the car park to the site of our mutual friends' wedding...
Went to bed in the early hours as the storm front was hitting, the evidence of which was all around on the drive up. Gorgeous cooked breakfast this morning though in the plush surroundings before pointing the car north(ish) for the drive home. Uneventful, if a little slower journey home thanks to the usual god-awful merging etiquette on Britain's motorways. However this did allow for a longer more varied mix of CD's played in the car on the way home; from Madonna's Immaculate Collection through early Coldplay via the latest Faithless.
Tiring? Yes. Expensive? Bloody. Worth it? Of course. As stated previously; they're great friends and I'd do anything, or go anywhere for them. Even Plymouth.
Next up, Christmas.
It's looming worrying close already don't you think?
Whilst driving down the M5 past Bristol, hours later, I get a call from my friend Becky (yes, Bluetooth headset = legal, thankyouverymuch). Anyway, so it turns out she's on the same route but only about 15 miles behind. So, after having slowed to 50mph for a while (anyone who knows my driving will know what an excruciatingly painful experience that was for me), she catches up and we were able drive in convoy the rest of the way. Whilst I arrived in good spirits, she most certainly did not. As soon has her partner was out of earshot she muttered something about "being divorced in a year at this rate" (he was being quite the grumpy bugger), and we continue to have this conversation as we cross the car park to the site of our mutual friends' wedding...
The Wedding itself? Well, a fabulous, if rather expensive venue. Rumours abound of the jaw-dropping price the whole wedding shebang was costing (over 20k!!) - staggering seeing that they're both in in-between jobs and are living with her parents. A little birdie (mate of mine - the best man) even mentioned they'd taken out two loans to finance it all. One memorable day versus years of financial strain ahead?!
But she always did want the fairy tale wedding. And fabulous they did look too; they deserve it, bless 'em. Wonderful people, both mad as Badgers, and that's why they make such a good couple.
Great thing about a civil ceremony as well? They cut the crap. Less readings, no hymns, no dodgy singing. Just wham-bam-thank-you-bride, and hey presto y'married!
Nice reception afterwards; lovely food, good conversation and cute East European waitresses.
The evening 'do'? A 50's jazz band got things going, which was all well, classy and good. However the set went on for almost three hours with very little up tempo stuff. Shame really. So, Strictly Come Dancing on Valium it was then.
So the DJ sets up next, one would have thought to get the party started in a Pink sense. Ah, no. She proceeds to spin records one after the other which surely must have been picked from some Channel 4 'worst records of all time' list. Most of us sat staring into our drinks, aghast, and even the bride & groom looked a little embarrassed when the second Black Lace tune of the night was played. Cheesy? Well of course it's meant to be, it's a wedding for crying out loud. But no need to tip the scale into vintage Camembert...
A minor shame to end such a wonderful day in a bad Peter Kay sketch sort of way. However, this did allow plenty of time to chat (or at least try to chat with my still-hoarse voice), to friends old & new. Apparently many tip me the next in the circle of friends to get married, out of the three remaining bachelor candidates. I can't say I'd put a bet on myself though. I known Albatrosses with busier love-lives, I'm embarking on a career with incredibly unsociable hours and my all-round self-confidence plums new depths. So no, I don't see it myself.
Went to bed in the early hours as the storm front was hitting, the evidence of which was all around on the drive up. Gorgeous cooked breakfast this morning though in the plush surroundings before pointing the car north(ish) for the drive home. Uneventful, if a little slower journey home thanks to the usual god-awful merging etiquette on Britain's motorways. However this did allow for a longer more varied mix of CD's played in the car on the way home; from Madonna's Immaculate Collection through early Coldplay via the latest Faithless.
Tiring? Yes. Expensive? Bloody. Worth it? Of course. As stated previously; they're great friends and I'd do anything, or go anywhere for them. Even Plymouth.
Next up, Christmas.
It's looming worrying close already don't you think?
Friday, December 01, 2006
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