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The issue with “Plod”

That jargon term is not the most respectful, better is “Bobbies” … and yet today, it’s more and more applicable. I think of our resident Dixon of Dock Green here, Penseivat, and welcome his counterpoint … there are some not so pleasant things in the sshots below.

My own tuppence worth is two incidents, both in Russia …

I was driving with my mate beside me, former tax inspector, we were at the lights, turning right, “road plod” were ahead, the green arrow was on, they never moved, maybe unaware … I honked them .. my mate sank down in the seat, mouthing jargon at me … the police did go right, clearly taking the honk as a signal that the lights had changed.

For fifteen minutes, I now received the lecture on how police were now so openly tools of the state, having to fill a quota of fines each month … one thing they were not was to be there for you. My mate was amazed I’d got away with it … Russians steer well clear of that sort of trouble as a rule.

The second was in Moscow, I’d got off the train, had to put 24 hours in, needed a place, approached a young plodster if he knew of anywhere. He just stared at me, realising of course that I was foreign. An Asian came up, said he knew of a place. Once there, I phoned my friends in south Moscow, they came by train.

First question was … however had I found this place, miles from the centre? I said I’d had to go with my reading of the man, plus the policeman had heard all too. I reasoned that he might have intervened. Weeks later, back in our town again, my mate was stunned again, then shrugged.

Anyway, here are those sshots …