I caught up with an old friend from school today. We hadn't really hung out for about twenty years, and our friendship was based, as far as I was concerned, on me shouting 'let's play judo!' and pushing him over every lunch break, while he sighed patiently. He is now a policeman, a fact he chose to break to me over the phone thusly:
FRIEND: You do know I'm a copper, at the moment?
It was the 'at the moment' I particularly liked, as though later that afternoon he may well have started robbing banks, or stabbing passersby on a whim.
Later, conversation turned to Facebook.
FRIEND: (in disbelief) You go on Facebook? But you have a baby, and work from home! How do you have time?
Sometimes I forget what it's like for people who have proper jobs.
Things You Probably Couldn't Get Away With In The Police:
1. Doing, at most, three hours of Policing a day, and claiming the rest of the day counts as work, because you were 'thinking about crime'.
2. Claiming to have solved new cases, when you actually just dug up some old cases from a couple of years ago, and changed the titles and some of the names.
3. Often not going outside for days on end.
4. Getting bored with writing up crime reports, so ending them with 'and then a load of zombies arrived'.
5. I had something very clever for 5, but I've since forgotten it.
Anyway, abandoning this post, because it wasn't really going anywhere, there seems to be some kind of mini blog meeting evolving for Monday night (1st December), around 6-6.30 at The Mortimer on Berners Street, just off the Tottenham Court Rd end of Oxford Street. Currently confirmed as attendees: Boz, Jayne, James Moran. Anyone who's around is quite welcome, be they blogger, commenter, or lurker. I will probably have some geeky object on the table if I remember, but we will easily be the most glamorous and exciting group of people in place anyway, so will be easy to find.