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Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Is that a gun in your pocket?

Time was when the British Bobby on the Beat made do with a truncheon and a helmet. As for the WPC, she had to make do with a big shtick. But now they're biting the bullet. From the BBC:

An armed police officer who had sex on duty was not sacked because an appeals panel said it was similar to "a tea break", it has emerged.

PC Shaun Jenkins, 36, was carrying a gun when he met the married woman in a house in Caerphilly in 2010.

Not Caerphilly enough.

They had consensual sex, with his gun still around his ankles.

An appeals tribunal report concluded "it was the sort of delay that will occur if an officer goes to the toilet or into a cafe to buy a cup of tea".

Gwent Police had initially dismissed PC Jenkins for gross misconduct but he was later reinstated.

The tribunal ruled PC Jenkins could still reach his gun because it was in its holder attached to the belt of his trousers, which were around his ankles.

A report into his conduct found the act did not pose a risk to public safety because he could have been back on duty "within a minute or two".

An unforgiving minute, a New York minute or a Northern Line minute?

Posted on 09/17/2013 12:00 AM by Mary Jackson
19 Sep 2013
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Is That A Hun In Your Docket?
Or: On Duty Booty Calls
Or: Jenkins' Ear & Jenkins' Queer
Those who sat through the movie, Breaker Morant, might recall that I beat the rap for the murder of the missionary and German, HVC Hess (not to be confused with Hermann Hess) with a phony alibi of a dalliance with a married Boer woman.  While her husband was out in the bush, and, of course, with respect to the laws of war with respect to the taking of prisoners, out of uniform, I got her knickers off in a thrice of vice, arguably setting the stage for the more modern meaning of "en commando" (over there, over-sexed and getting her out of her undewear).  Erstwhile NER contributor, John Derbyshire, repeated with approval my character's, "A slice off a cut loaf is never missed." Such fraternization was, of course, not entirely one-sided; later in the flick a British sentry is distracted in his Dr. Who-Am-I-Kidding?-Retardis box just prior to a bloody Boer attack, by a wench's Dutch Treat.
I do appreciate the internet's Catalogue of Quips:  .  Mr. Fitzgerald and some others might have got a few laughs out of Morant's tongue-in-cheek characterization of Byron as a "minor poet," but my favorite line was by the callow Wittow, to wit, "Harry! Peter!"
I won't stoop to making sport of the name of PC Shaun "Of The Head" Jenkins even though it brings to mind the War of Jenkins' Ear and LBJ's aide Walter Jenkins -who was mericlessly mocked with ""LBJ - LIGHT BULB JENKINS: NO WONDER HE TURNED THE LIGHTS OUT" and "ALL THE WAY WITH LBJ, BUT DON'T GO NEAR THE YMCA".
In closing, I must apologize to Christina McIntosh for suppressing my colonial dialect and to all for my not always successful post mortem attempts to keep abreast of things.
Breaker, Breaker, Good Buddy,
Lt. Peter Handcock,
Tags: From Peter to Peter, From Harry to Hairy, Lt. Harry "Breaker" Morant,  Walter "Light In the Loafers" Jenkins, Light Horse Harry Lee, Philip Larkin & "The Light Horse of L.S.E."