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  1. I remember Wilf, I was a bobby from 1961 to 1977. I was zapped a year earlier and it took me eight years to partially recover, with no thanks to the South Yorkshire Police, members of which caused my family all sorts of problems as punishment for me being a constant rocker of boats. Harry ~Bunker P.C. Plod.
  2. Before I buggered off to pastures new, I regularly patronised the Dam House near the University. It had been the pavilion for a small park at Crookes. The food was wonderful, the wine worth dying for, and the prices not too bad. I can't remember the name of the proprietor but he had been the head waiter at The Grosvenor House in Sheffield. A good night out. If you want a very special night out, or better still a special weekend, you can't beat Hassop Hall near Bakewell. It is not expensive for what you get. Can strongly recommend. P.C. Plod Harry Bunker.
  3. I do not think so GVOWL, I worked from West Bar, then Rotherham, then Hackenthorpe, and finally Rotherham again before I got zapped. It wouldn't have been me anyway, I was serving in the C.I.D. at Rotherham from late 69 to late 74, and detectives did not do special duties at football matches.
  4. I certainly did know Stan Morris. In 1963, he was a chief superintendent, and became chief constable of Rotherham shortly afterwards. When Sheffield amalgamated with Rotherham on 1st April, 1968, he came back to Sheffield as the Deputy Chief Constable of the combined force. He was a 'head honcho' in the masonic movement, and I'm sorry to tell you this, but he was a pillock of the first order, bossing and bullying everyone around under threats of 'being dealt with'. And he was mad, he used to patrol in his own plain car and he was wearing plain clothes looking for bad drivers, the only problem was how to stop an offending driver. That daft bugger did it by forcing the other driver into the side of the road and swerving in front of him. I know, I saw him do it once on Sheffield Road at Tinsley. The other driver saw me at the side of the road and made an emergency stop to seek refuge from me. He was notorious for doing that amongst other things, many of them bad things. Nuff said I think. Sincerely, Harry Bunker, P.C. Plod.
  5. What this space, when I get the time I will tell of things nefarious and some stupid. P.C. P)lod ---------- Post added 10-04-2015 at 18:09 ---------- Hello Alan, To be honest I can't remember you I'm sorry. But I am very grateful for your sentiments, they are more precious to me that any commendations or gongs. Sincerely, Harry Bunker, P.C. Plod
  6. That was me folks when I joined the City of Sheffield Police in 1961. All the kit I was issued with had been used many times going back to before World War 11. The uniform was Winter weight serge, they didn't have a Summer weight one for me and I spent the glorious March of 1962, when town hall girls sun bathed in the Peace Gardens at lunchtime, and I sweltered and sweated. The gaberdine macintosh was so old and clapped out that it had rotted under the armpits, and there were mail bag stitches trying to hold the arms on. I protested , but was told to shut up and wear it. It smelled of the previous occupants and people moved away from me on the 'bus to work. It needed drastic action, which I took one morning when I was on the beat which included Headquarters in Castle Green. I established the time when the Chief Constable, the last of the gentlemen Chief Constables, Eric Staines, arrived at H.Q. and waited outside . As he got out of his limousine, I gave him a perfect salute. He didn't say anything, just touched the peak of his hat with his swagger stick and smiled. Later that morning, I was told to report to the superintendent. He told me to collect a new mac from stores, and asked me if I had been bothering the Chief. I denied it and said that I never said a word to him. The shirts incidentally were tunic shirts with detached collars. I needed 15 1/2, but was given 17 1/2 and told to get my wife to make them smaller. She couldn't sew a button on let alone a job like that so when I went to Training School, my collar took on the appearance of a dray horse collar. At the passing out parade, one of the lads loaned me one of his shirts. P.C. Plod
  7. Those who inhabited the top corridor gave me the nickname 'The Bolshie *******'. I was neither Bolshie nor a *******, but I became proud of the name. P.C. Plod.
  8. Fifteen years ago I was diagnosed with Hypertension (High Blood Pressure) during a routine health check at a local hospital. My readings were 247/143, which were very dangerously high. I was admitted and treated with the Ace Inhibitor Lisiniprol, and until recently I had no problems with it. I awoke one morning to find that half my face was paralysed and thought I had suffered a stroke. It was a Saturday so I went to see the emergency G.P. She could not establish the cause of the paralysis, and asked me to return next day. Blood tests were undertaken next day (Sunday) but she still could not diagnose the problem. On Monday, the paralysis affected my mouth, throat and both cheeks. I realised that before long it would be in my windpipe and then I would be asphyxiated. I managed to drive to my own G.P. and he immediately told me to sit down and telephoned for an ambulance. He then got together the tools he needed to do a trachyoctomy. The ambulance arrived and I was whisked away to hospital. Drip fed with Adrenaline and two hours later, I was stabilised. Diagnosis - Angio Edeama caused by a latent reaction to Lisiniprol and aspirin. When discharged I did not go to see my G.P. for an alternative to Lisiniprol, instead I remembered being advised years before that Essence of Hawthornberry was the best way of dealing with Hypertension. I got some from a well known health food and herbal shop, and Bingo !, ten days later, my B.P. was 120/80, which is that of a young healthy person. My G.P. didn't believe in alternative remedies but had to agree that this one was more appropriate than Ace Inhibitors. I later learned that N.I.C.E. the body which authorises drugs for prescriptions, had published a warning about Lisiniprol becoming dangerous even after many years. My B.P. hovers around 125/80 and is still that of a young healthy man. IMPORTANT POSTSCRIPT. The hospital never investigated the cause of my high blood pressure, but some months later, I went to Boots to buy a well known decongestion drug over the counter. I had been using it at full dose for Catarrh for two weeks before being admitted to hospital, and for a long time before then. For the first time ever, the assistant read out the health conditions which precluded the use of this drug. Hypertension was at the top of the list. It had not been on the list when I had taken it, and the assistant said that if taken regularly, it could cause Hypertension. Using it had obviously caused my problem. I have gone to some length to inform you all of this because it is one of those little gems that sometimes crops up that could be of profound benefit to others. If anyone needs further information, please send me a private message. Sincerely, Harry Bunker, P.C. Plod.
  9. I was told a story yesterday by my elder brother, Ken, about our Dad, who passed away many years ago. He swears it is true and is borne out by dates and things. Dad volunteered for the Royal Navy whilst he had the choice. In the Autumn of 1941, he was on a train from Plymouth to the North of Scotland to join his ship, when the train stopped in the marshalling yards at Masborough in Rotherham. It had stopped 100 yards from our front garden, and he saw Mum digging there. He grabbed his kitbag and left the train, jumped over the wall, and ran up the path to surprise Mum and give her a big hug. He also finished the Anderson Shelter that Mum had been digging in the garden. He stayed for two weeks until the Police came and nicked him. His Commanding Officer accepted his mitigation and gave him one month in the glasshouse for being A.W.O.L. Nine months later, yours truly, Harry Bunker, was born on the 2nd July, 1942, the result of a sailor going A.W.O.L. to see his lady wife.
  10. There is a lot more where that came from folks, e.g. Chief Constables used Section 49 of the Police Act, 1964, dealing with complaints from the public, as a means of getting rid of problem bobbies like I was. Well I did something about that as well, I changed the law !!!!!!!!!!!!. If you want more, please ask. Sincerely, Harry Bunker. P.C. Plod. ---------- Post added 06-04-2015 at 10:35 ---------- Then there was the incident where Drug's Squad dug my garden for me, he he. ---------- Post added 06-04-2015 at 10:47 ---------- And what about when I bugged the Deputy Chief Constable's office and got him ranting on about me not giving up my home to the new landlord so that he could sell it with vacant possession. The landlord was one of his lodge pals and had appealed to him to get me and my family out. He threatened me with all things horrible, but changed his mind when I played part of the tape back to him....I can hear the No. 19 bus starting up now, all former Sheffield bobbies knows what that means.
  11. A General Order was issued in 1964 which proclaimed that as from a certain date, weekly pay in cash would be replaced by monthly salaries paid directly into bank accounts. The first thing that struck me was that there was no mention of how the transition would be achieved because we worked one week in arrears, and leaping ahead into one month left questions to be answered. The Police Federation couldn't help, mind you, it never did, so I began sending requests to the Chief Constable for information. Five or six were ignored until the Superintendent at West Bar (The old Fire Station) demanded my attendance in his office. He told me what I had suspected all along, that being we would have to go without pay for another three weeks. I protested, I was on £12.17.6d a week, and with two children and another on the way, we needed every single penny. "Can't be helped', he said,'we're all in the same boat. "Yes Sir', I replied, but your boat is a lot bigger than ours." "Get Out," he shouted so I did. "You know folks,' I said to myself as I crossed West Bar Green to go to my beat,'this means WARRRRRRR !!!!!," (with thanks to Bugs Bunny.) A day or so later, I was in the Magistrates Court, then on Castle Street, when I espied an agency reporter who I knew very well. I invited him to the café for a cup of tea and told him all about the problem. I explained that we had been instructed to open bank accounts and apply to the managers for bank loans to tide us over. The big problem was that few of us had sufficient income to repay the loans. "What are you going to do about it ?." he asked. I told him that on the first Saturday that we hadn't received our pay, a large group of off duty officers would assemble in Fitzalan Square, and then march up High St., Church St. and West St. to the offices of the National Assistance Board to apply for emergency welfare relief. "Won't you get into trouble ?," he asked. "Nah ,' I said, 'they cannot allow police officers to go without pay for three weeks without us going hungry and getting the rent into arrears." Less than an hour later, a police car pulled up at the side of me. "Get in," said the driver. The Superintendent was livid, his face glowed red with anger. "Names", he demanded holding pen ready with paper. "F.....g names now." I told him that I hadn't a clue who was going to march with me, that all I had been told were the numbers involved, adding that there would about a hundred of us. "You know we can do you for incitement to munity and bring the force into disrepute, you'll go to prison", he said. "No Sir you can't, all we will be doing is exercising our legal rights to claim welfare relief to pay rents and put food on the table. It will be those on the top corridor over at headquarters who will have brought the force into disrepute." He told me to Eff off, and so I effed off as quickly as I could. A week later, a general order proclaimed that we would be paid three weeks in advance. The March ?, a figment of my imagination actually, but those who inhabited the top corridor dare not take the risk. If the pilot scheme had been successful it would have been adopted throughout every force, and then the Fire Brigades followed by all wage earning council workers. No-one knew until I posted this thread why those on the top corridor changed their minds. I hope there are a few good men who remember the attempted scam and now know why it failed. Harry Bunker, P.C. Plod
  12. I believe that the Lib Dems have done an excellent job so far, they are the voices of moderation.
  13. Imagine you need life saving surgery, and the surgeon makes a pig's ear of it. After five years of pain and suffering from surgery to rectify the mess the surgeon made, you need one final operation. When you attend hospital for the pre-op, who do you find waiting for you ?, the surgeon who caused you all that pain and suffering. Question : Would you trust that surgeon again to cut and carve you up?. I think you would be odd if you did. If we are not careful we are going to end up with a multi party coalition as they do on the continent, and the result is always the same, chaos. So on election day it is make your mind up time. Which ever party that can win an outright majority will either make a pig's ear of it, or continue to maintain steady progress towards a better life for us all. Personally, I believe that a two party coalition is the answer, but not with UKIP. The minor party will represent the voice of reason. Harry Bunker. P.C. Plod.
  14. This is a warning and a request for information relating to an A.C./DC converter adaptor imported from China and supplied by a well known U.K. company with a camping L.E.D. rechargeable lantern. One such adaptor literally came to pieces in my hand whilst I was unplugging from a mains socket and delivered a severe electric shock to me. I was lucky, the shock knocked me off my feet and broke my contact with the live part of the exposed components. The company refuses to take responsibility and has actually accused me of tampering with it. Information would be appreciated.
  15. Is anyone else experiencing problems having prescription drugs dispensed ?. For the last 18 months I have not been able to find a chemist which can dispense my full prescription. I have been told recently by a pharmacist that the cause is that drugs in common use are being withheld by the manufacturers to pressurise the government into withdrawing N.H.S. cuts which affect them. Get in touch with this thread please if you have been affected by this, and I will take the matter further. Sincerely, P.C.Plod.
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