Police cuts to hit areas where they don't do anything anyway

CUTS to police numbers will hit hardest in areas where the chances of them actually doing anything have always been remarkably slim, it has emerged.

The Association of Chief Police Officers said 28,000 jobs will be lost across England and Wales leaving dozens of lawless, inner-city hellholes exactly as they were.

A confidential memo, leaked to the Guardian instead of the Daily Mail for some reason, showed that 12,000 frontline officers will go along with the 16,000 cleaners who mop up the blood of young black and Asian men.

An ACPO source said: “We could just get rid of 12,000 fat, middle-aged desk sergeants who haven’t arrested anyone since the miners’ strike, but a lot of them know far too much about me and my early career.

“Or we could cut frontline officers in leafy suburban areas where there’s nothing to do all day except rubber stamp insurance claims.

“But I guarantee you as soon as we do thousands of middle class people with jobs, mortgages and golf club memberships would immediately start committing horrible crimes.

“Which means the only feasible option is to reduce the number of monthly patrols in Moss Side and Toxteth from one to one less than one.”

The cuts coincide with a review of police overtime and bonuses which found that policemen were taking the piss almost as much as doctors, teachers and Members of Parliament.

The source added: “Unfortunately none of this solves the problem of what we do with all the blood.

“I suspect they’ll just have to mop it up themselves once they’ve regained consciousness.”

 

 

Sign up now to get
The Daily Mash
free Headlines email – every weekday
privacy

Colonel Gaddafi's Desert Island Discs

I HAVE always been huge fan of Mr Elvis Presley. He was a most wonderful entertainer, with his one for the money, and two for the show, three to get ready and – one moment please…

TELL THE WESTERN DOGS THAT THE COLONEL WILL NEVER SURRENDER ! TELL THEM I HAVE GOD ON MY SIDE, AND THAT MY PEOPLE HAVE A VERY BEAUTIFUL LOVE FOR ME – TELL THE WORLD LEADERS AND THEIR MISERABLE SUBJECTS THAT I RECEIVED 112,000 BIRTHDAY CARDS FROM MY PEOPLE, AND REMIND THEM THAT 3 OF THEM CONTAINED TIMOTHY WHITE’S VOUCHERS. GOD LOVES MUAMMAR. GOD LOVES EVERY LITTLE TINY TOE ON HIS TWO FEET. GOD LOVES THE THREE ACRES OF SCRAMBLED EGG ON HIS UNIFORM. GOD LOVES THE GROOVY FBI ISSUE FOSTER GRANT SUNGLASSES HE WEARS. AND GOD LOVES THE S-BELT HE WEARS TO KEEP HIS SLACKS FROM FALLING DOWN.

Anyway,  Elvis Presley. I love this man, especially when he wearing big white jump suit, although I cannot condone any man who eat squirrel burger. My favourite Elvis tune is the Wooden Heart, especially the bit where he sings in German. This remind me of the time when Adolf Hitler spoke to me in vision and said that he too love the King but drew line at those films he made, apart from maybe Viva Las Vegas, which featured Ann Margaret’s tits. If you will please excuse me…

LIEUTENANT, GO AND FUEL MY LEARJET. I FEAR MY LOYAL, LOVING PEOPLE ARE UNCONVINCED THAT DISCHARGING 30MM CANNON INTO THEIR MIDST IS IN THEIR BEST INTERESTS – GOD LOVES THE CHOSEN ONE, GOD LOVES LIBYA ! GOD LOVES MY SECOND CHOICE, THE KING’S SINGERS.

I first hear the King’s Singers on The Two Ronnies – they would go, “umunumunumunumunum” – I found this “umming” and “numming” most satisfying, in fact so satisfying did I find it, I invite them over to sing for me on my 35th birthday. In payment, I give them framed picture of favourite camel and front row seats to weekly garotting. That was five years ago – how time flies when great leader is having fun. Back in a tick…

KHALED, ABDUL – FORGET THE BAYING MASSES, FORGET THE REVOLTING, LOVING HORDES WHO CLAMOUR FOR MY INSPIRATIONAL TONES….GO FORTH TO THE SACRED MICROWAVE AND PREPARE MY ADMIRAL’S PIE AND SPAGHETTI HOOPS – AND WE CAN HAVE TREACLE TART AND CUSTARD FOR AFTERS FOR WE SHALL FEAST AT AROUND ABOUT A QUARTER TO EIGHT, JUST BEFORE McMILLAN AND WIFE COMES ON THE TV.               

My next record take me back to carefree days when I laze around signing execution orders whilst listening to Mr David Lee Travis. I am speaking, of course, about the very magnificent Uptown Top Ranking by Mr Althia & Donna ‘See me in me heels and ting / Dem Check say we hit and ting’.  Excuse me one moment…

I WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS ONE OF THE WORLD’S WISEST MEN – LET ANY MAN WHO DARE CHALLENGES MY WORD BE STRUCK DOWN BY…KHALED, FETCH THE BROTHER LEADER’S LEMON SQUASH, FOR MY MOUTH IS AS DRY AS A HYENA’S SCROTUM.

As for  book, the Colonel will take the 1973 Top Of The Pops Annual, and for luxury I pick independent nuclear deterrent. Or telescope.