My Inspector and I took a Girl to her Prom today in a Police car via The Gurney Fund – a charity for Police orphans.
It went up to our Chief Constable and it was agreed that we could do it – as long as it didn’t abstract from operating numbers.
So, my wingman and I spent some hours after our early turn colleagues had gone home, spivved my Discovery – and even put her Dad’s name and warrant number in the window – via a friend who owns a sign company.
We then took her and her friend to the Prom, and, having lost my Dad recently, I think we did a pretty good job that he and her Dad would’ve been proud of.
So why was it I felt that most of the time I was going to have to justify this act of support to people? It’s easy to hate us, but, if people took the time to look at some of the things we do, they’d see a different side to the usual embellished, one sided myths and legends banded about the street or media.