I'm actually in favour of this

Posted on 27/11/2018 14:01 by Tinwheeler

Some seemed to fall off unaided.

Posted on 29/11/2018 20:40 by JollyKernow

Hi

Back in the 80's when I got my first sky tv box, there was a programme on sky 1 called "cops". It was a reality tv thing that showed the US's finest doing their job. It included the occasional use of a vehicle to persuade a non believer to understand the ways of law enforcement that it would be churlish not to yield.

That we are in this namby pamby age questioning a bit of force to apprehend some outright criminals is laughable. Get 'em 'cuffed and locked up eh?

JK

 

Posted on 30/11/2018 20:10 by

Back in the 80's 

Back in the 80s, recovering from flue, I took s friends dog for a walk late one night in a wooded valley leading down to the River Dee and parallel to the road over Grosvenor Bridge. I heard high heels clattering over a wooden decked footbridge suspended over the valley closely followed by the heavier tread of a male. This was followed by a female scream and the sound of somebody being kicked and then heavy tread of the male running back towards the road. I dragged the dog up a steep bank towards the road not knowing whether to pursue the fella or help the woman until I heard a male voice with the woman and so I chased the useless piece of garbage onto the Grosvenor Bridge. Being nearly a foot taller than my 5'6'' he put up a struggle until I slammed him against the bridge parapet and told him that if he wanted a fight he was going over and even if he could swim the fall would kill him. 

A quick smack to his midriff and I had him doubled over in a half nelson and an arm lock. The wife of the chap that had gone to the lady's assistance had called the police and a police van stopped alongside me. They said that the chap was known and two of them threw him bodily into the van and locked the doors on the jolly chap. I remember thinking 'That's the way to do it'. 

Posted on 30/11/2018 20:10 by

Back in the 80's 

Back in the 80s, recovering from flue, I took s friends dog for a walk late one night in a wooded valley leading down to the River Dee and parallel to the road over Grosvenor Bridge. I heard high heels clattering over a wooden decked footbridge suspended over the valley closely followed by the heavier tread of a male. This was followed by a female scream and the sound of somebody being kicked and then heavy tread of the male running back towards the road. I dragged the dog up a steep bank towards the road not knowing whether to pursue the fella or help the woman until I heard a male voice with the woman and so I chased the useless piece of garbage onto the Grosvenor Bridge. Being nearly a foot taller than my 5'6'' he put up a struggle until I slammed him against the bridge parapet and told him that if he wanted a fight he was going over and even if he could swim the fall would kill him. 

A quick smack to his midriff and I had him doubled over in a half nelson and an arm lock. The wife of the chap that had gone to the lady's assistance had called the police and a police van stopped alongside me. They said that the chap was known and two of them threw him bodily into the van and locked the doors on the jolly chap. I remember thinking 'That's the way to do it'.