An Angry Member of the Public.

Bedlam Humour

This was sent to me by Fred Ashford -

This is a genuine complaint to GreenockPolice Force from an angry member of the public. A true email sent to the force,  lengthy but brilliantly written..... 

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Dear  Sir/Madam/Automated telephone answering service, 

Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Greenock  police  station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead.

Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues  in Greenock, by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija board.

As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I  think  you call them youths) in Mathie Crescent, which is just off  Mathie Road in Gourock.

Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a  football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This causes an earth shattering CLANG! which rings throughout the entire  building.  This game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works,  I have no idea if it will end any time soon.

The remaining five failed-abortions are happily rummaging through several  bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins. One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a  beaver on ecstasy pills.

I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited  attention to the caravan gas bottle that is lying on its side between the  two bins.  If  they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I  would  happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to lend  them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them  and I've just finished decorating the kitchen.

What I  suggest is this - after replying to this e-mail with worthless  assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with,  why  not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when  there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a Panda car before  doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen  actually look like.

I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these  throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.

I  remain your obedient servant
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Mr  ??????,

I have read your e-mail and understand your frustration at the problems  caused by youths playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police.

As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to  extend an  offer  of discussing the matter fully with you.  Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.

Regards
PC ???????
Community Beat Officer

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Dear  PC ???????
First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my  original  e-mail.

16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Greenock Police Station,  and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next Guinness book.

Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has its own Community Beat  Officer.

May  I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills? In  the five or so years I have lived in Mathie Crescent, I  have never seen  you.  Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and  infiltrated the  gang itself? Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one  with a chin like a wash hand basin? It's surely only a matter of time before you are head-hunted by MI5 to look for Osama.

Whilst I realise that there may be far more  serious crimes taking place in  Gourock, such as smoking in a public place or being Christian without due care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words  of no more than two syllables at a time) to these twats that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere?

The pitch on Larkfield Road or the one at Battery Park are both within  spitting distance, as is the bottom of the Gourock Dock, the latter being the preferred option especially if the tide is in.

Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to  contact me on . If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I'll buy you a large one in Monty's  Pub.

Regards
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P.S If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don't work for the sewerage department with whom I am also in  contact !!!

Thanks Fred - I think he was VERY restrained. How he managed it with expletives is beyond me...