Impersonating a police officer again

And then, bugger me if this geezer don’t just walk in, bold as brass tits, through the front door and I’m thinking to myself (being as how I’m a trained observer and that) that it’s only that bloke from off of the late shift’s handover.

So I’m shitting it, obviously, what with this being something of a pickle. Here’s me, on my Jack in the nick at two in the morning, and here’s the scrote what done for a pair of the hardest armed blaggers in the borough. Anyway, I have a word with myself and swallow a couple of leftover pfeffernusse, to try stop my ticker flying out of my arse. Then I get up, nice and slow, and bimble up to the counter, all the while trying to figure out what to say to this murderous bell-end.

‘Mornin’ Geezer” is what I say, while trying to look like the sort of copper you don’t need to shoot in the face.

‘Good morning officer.’ He says, which don’t sound all that menacing, except that it must have been because I made a mental note to check myself, after.

‘What can I do for you?’ I ask, all cunning like, buying myself some time.

‘I’m here concerning the pistols, of which you will, I hope, be aware.’  Which I bloody was, obviously. He’d been the one what had shot three armed blaggers in that thing what happened that I didn’t catch all the details of because it was Detective Sergeant Jones giving the briefing and she’d crossed her legs and everything had gone a bit misty. There’d been something about an ‘orse. That, I was definite about.

‘How’s the ‘orse?’ I ask, by way of confirming my grounds for arrest. See? Cunning.

‘I fail to see how that’s pertinent but, as you ask, he’s a little the worse for recent events, of which I daresay you have been apprised by your superiors. Now, on the matter of the pistols…”

He stops talking at that point because, taking no further chances, I leap over the counter and twat him with my telescopic baton until he no longer poses a credible fret to my person, sort of fing. Then, with him cuffed to the leaflet stand, I radio for backup.

And that was it, Guv’nor. You know the rest.

 

Detective Inspector Rathbone takes a moment. He looks over my shoulder at the tree outside the window, then up at the ceiling, then back at me.

“And you genuinely believed that this gentleman was the cold blooded killer of…” He looks down at his notes, which are written all neat, in pen. “Two, well known and extremely dangerous armed robbers”

“Bastardly armed blaggers. That’s right Guv.”

“And you didn’t recognise his picture from the briefing? Renowned curator of an exhibition of antique dueling pistols? None of this rings any bells?”

“I saw some geezers do dueling banjos once, in Majorca with the missus. Bloody amazing it was.”

DI Rathbone sighs. “And DS  Jones was giving the briefing, you say?”

“Yes Guv.”

“Well… I suppose he deserved it, after what he was found doing with that poor horse. Besides, we got the pistols back to him after the thieves managed to prove their enduring lethality. In any case, he won’t be pursuing the matter further because he doesn’t want any more publicity now interest in the equestrian issue has died down…” DI Rathbone looks at me over the top of his glasses, in the way he has that makes me wish I’d spent longer rinsing the egg out of my tie. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes Guv.”

I knew there was a fuckin’ ‘orse.”

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6 responses to “Impersonating a police officer again”

  1. Jay F. Nelson says :

    My Dear Mr. D. Squid,

    My associates and I concur that your submission bears greater scrutiny, and may in fact demonstrate superior prosaic alacrity as an “indigenous” narrative
    account.

    We suspect that deep within the verve and vernacular of your anecdote, lie strata of delicate subtext whose symbolism lend even greater complexity to this bold and transitive piece of short fiction.

    Unfortunately, as native practitioners of the King’s English we remain powerless to combobulate the full literary potential of your plot sequence.

    Therefore we resolve to forward your cryptic message down to the lads at MI6’s CDD section, where innovative scientific ministrations shall invariably decipher your hidden code through our Cockney Demystification Department.

    Let us conclude this segment of our exchange with a salutation more suitable to your dialectic palette. Please accept our most humble apologies for the unpolished nature of this particular interpretation:

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    Your solicitous associate in the Ether,

    Dr. Jay F. Nelson, B.C.B., Board Certified Blogtologist

    I FOUGHT THE LAW
    The Bobby Fuller Four
    (Sonny Curtis)

    (A’) Breakin’ rocks in the … hot sun
    I Fought the Law and the … law won
    I Fought the Law and the … law won
    I needed money, ’cause I … had none
    I Fought the Law and the … law won
    I Fought the Law and the … law won

    I left my baby and I feel so bad
    I guess my race is run
    Well, she’s the best girl … I’ve ever had
    I Fought the Law and the … law won
    I Fought the Law and the … law won

    (Instrumental Break)

    Robbin’ people with a . . . SIX gun
    I Fought the Law and the … law won
    I Fought the Law and the … law won

    I miss my baby and the … good fun
    I Fought the Law and the … law won
    I Fought the Law and the … law won

    I left my baby and I feel so bad
    I guess my race is run
    But, she’s the best girl … I’ve ever had
    I Fought the Law and the … law won
    I Fought the Law and the … law won

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  2. Let's CUT the Crap! says :

    Comical. So what happened next or might I get a translation of the first part?

  3. Rich Peddy says :

    Nice. Very Guy Ritchie-esque, at least before he ran afoul with that foul wench.

  4. Elyse says :

    Crazy fun. Thanks!

  5. Red says :

    Good thing you were there to protect the ‘orse.
    Red.

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