Published on Valentines day 14 Feb 2016
“Charlie 1 5, Charlie 1 5”
Here we go muttered PC “Addy” Adiscombe to nobody
in particular as he lifted the radio mike off the dash in his patrol
car. Addy was nearing the end of his 2nd year in the police.
It was a job he had taken after deciding that sea sickness made his life
in the Navy impossible. He had enjoyed the service life. The Training
Ship and his shore based posting at Portsmouth had been great fun. His
second posting to a small fisheries protection vessel had been much less
so. He was seasick, horribly and continually seasick. Every time the sea
got rougher than dead flat calm Addy was hanging over the side of the
ship saying good bye to everything he had ever eaten. In fact, after 6
months he had asked to be transferred on medical grounds. Once off the
ship he discovered he was going to be made redundant, “Defence Cuts”.
Out of the navy with no pension and no plan for the
future, he was not expecting to leave the navy for another 10 years, he
did not know what to do next. Living on his dwindling redundancy money
he was aimless and bored. Addy had enjoyed the disciplined life in the
Navy and found civvy street without a job an uncomfortable place.
One evening heading home from the pub slightly the worse for wear he was
stopped and spoken to by a Police Constable. The PC suggested to Addy
that singing about his time as “a wild rover”, at the top of his voice,
on a residential street, at half past midnight (where had the evening
gone??) was not in the public interest.
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