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Saturday and Sunday
Weekend has gone by in a bit of a blur. I feel like I haven't woken up this whole time.
On the flip side though, it's been a good weekend :)
At 6pm on saturday, I got a call out of the blue inviting me to a "thing at the globe, well a band" so I went to that. There was late-night pizza to end.
Sara, who invited me the night before, came round again today and we went to the original open day at the Police Station. Learned all about riot gear, got my bike marked and then sat in all the different police cars! :D
One of them was from 2006, one from 1995 (think The Bill), another 1983, and one from 1973. I managed to get the phrase "am I back in time?!" into my conversation a lá Sam Tyler. Pretty proud of myself.
We spoke to a historian of the police service who was convinced that "we've stopped catching so many criminals since coppers had to wear hi-vis. They can see them coming a million miles off now, and then just leg it. Better when they couldn't be seen. And there wasn't a drug problem back then either. Far fewer criminals, far fewer drugs."
WELL. My erstwhile friend diplomatically pointed out that hi-vis was a key part of *prevention* and that it meant coppers were safer too.
"Nah, we did better when coppers were sneaky."
We walked away quickly. Neither of us were up for any more of that shit.
i went to the ladies, just in time to hear some kids talking:
GIRL1: It stinks in here.
GIRL2: It's a police station, it's not exactly going to smell of roses is it?
then GIRL1 started singing loudly, banging doors and running around. GIRL1 points out that it's OK when it's just them, but they're not in public at the moment; they are representing their family and "garden", so they have to be well behaved or they might get judged. "Some people get judged quicker than others", she said, somewhat sagely.
I thought it was particularly poignant bearing in mind these were black children saying this in a police establishment. For a child younger than 10 to know such prejudice is tough to bear. I feel like pointing out that whoever their parents are, they've brought them up to be savvy, but saying that might be on the edge of victim blaming.
Tellling, nonetheless.
We walked to Stratford, went to eat at GBK and had a catch up; Sara's thinking of moving to London so it was nice to do a bit of forward planning as well.
This weekend is going to be a bit mad (huge event on 25th) but next next week is my holiday! WOOHOO!
so, this post didn't end up being what I wanted it to be, but that's OK.
I'll leave you with a video of Madness because WHY NOT
- I slept in on both Saturday and Sunday - didn't hear my alarm either time, which is slightly worrying.
- I went off to an open day on Saturday, only to find out it was the wrong day.
- I lost my purse, locked myself out, and spent about half the day doing... well.. not much.
On the flip side though, it's been a good weekend :)
At 6pm on saturday, I got a call out of the blue inviting me to a "thing at the globe, well a band" so I went to that. There was late-night pizza to end.
Sara, who invited me the night before, came round again today and we went to the original open day at the Police Station. Learned all about riot gear, got my bike marked and then sat in all the different police cars! :D
One of them was from 2006, one from 1995 (think The Bill), another 1983, and one from 1973. I managed to get the phrase "am I back in time?!" into my conversation a lá Sam Tyler. Pretty proud of myself.
We spoke to a historian of the police service who was convinced that "we've stopped catching so many criminals since coppers had to wear hi-vis. They can see them coming a million miles off now, and then just leg it. Better when they couldn't be seen. And there wasn't a drug problem back then either. Far fewer criminals, far fewer drugs."
WELL. My erstwhile friend diplomatically pointed out that hi-vis was a key part of *prevention* and that it meant coppers were safer too.
"Nah, we did better when coppers were sneaky."
We walked away quickly. Neither of us were up for any more of that shit.
i went to the ladies, just in time to hear some kids talking:
GIRL1: It stinks in here.
GIRL2: It's a police station, it's not exactly going to smell of roses is it?
then GIRL1 started singing loudly, banging doors and running around. GIRL1 points out that it's OK when it's just them, but they're not in public at the moment; they are representing their family and "garden", so they have to be well behaved or they might get judged. "Some people get judged quicker than others", she said, somewhat sagely.
I thought it was particularly poignant bearing in mind these were black children saying this in a police establishment. For a child younger than 10 to know such prejudice is tough to bear. I feel like pointing out that whoever their parents are, they've brought them up to be savvy, but saying that might be on the edge of victim blaming.
Tellling, nonetheless.
We walked to Stratford, went to eat at GBK and had a catch up; Sara's thinking of moving to London so it was nice to do a bit of forward planning as well.
This weekend is going to be a bit mad (huge event on 25th) but next next week is my holiday! WOOHOO!
so, this post didn't end up being what I wanted it to be, but that's OK.
I'll leave you with a video of Madness because WHY NOT