Monday, 15 November 2010

19th Century Truncheons and not so clever Trevor...

Well, another day, another dollar. Or as I like to say at the moment, another day, another set of 19th century truncheons to be cleaned and restored!


It’s been a busy day at Kent Police Museum, but a good one. As the history section on our official website says (http://www.kent-police-museum.co.uk/core_pages/history.shtml) ‘The history of the Police in the United Kingdom is long and interesting.’ And by Christ it is.

However, the evening thus far has not been quite as relaxing as I had hoped…

It had been going well. Macaroni cheese and a crème caramel. Few pages of Mcnab (‘Aggressor’ – I have to look away from the book at times just to remind myself I’m not being shot at, it’s that realistic!). Then I ran a bath and put on Wet Wet Wet (no pun intended! Honestly, it wasn’t until I was in the bath that I realised. Had a Hell of a chortle) Most pleasant

Unfortunately, my neighbour Trevor has recently attached a basketball ring to the top of his garage to play with his son Hamish (Using a power-drill he borrowed from me I might add. Yet to be returned…). Now there’s nothing wrong with that per se. I have a fervent dislike of American sports but that’s just me (baseball’s just an uncultured, barbaric version of cricket, and American football is an abomination). But what is unacceptable, is for a sport of this nature to take place so late at night. I was just winding down when it started and it’s still going now. Frankly it’s a disgrace. Nothing quite like the ignorant thud of American sports to crush the sweet, jazzy tones of Marti Pellow. My bath was ruined…

Trevor’s pushing his luck with his noise pollution. I’ve told him before, I’ve warned him. Any more nonsense and I’m going straight to the editor of the Horsmonden Cryer. And that’s that.

More poetry soon comrades. Just needed to get that off my chest. We used to be quite close, Trevor and I. But he’s changed. Much like this country has…  
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  1. Unknown21 November 2010 at 09:42

    Alrite malc? Its Trev.

    Ive bin tryin to ring you mate, why dont you answer your phone? I come round earlier but you wasnt in neither.

    Look, are you goin to be at home tomorrow afternoon? Only ive bought a new bomber jacket off ebay and they wanna deliver it, but Im not gonna be in coz ill be out down 'Dial a Curry' all day doin delivering for Sanjay.

    Let us no if you can sign for it mate. Dont try it on though. The jacket. Ill know if you have.

    Oh yea, me boy wants to know where his basketball's gone? his mate Levi sed he saw you puttin it in your shed last night. He's a lyin little git so dont worry if you havent done, it but if you have, give it back alrite.

    Ill phone you later mate.

    Trev

    P.s - I read all this riting youve been doin. whats all that about?

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