Are you bored, or fed up with the latest meeting or seemingly pointless conference. When you need that extra little diversion to break the tedium of listening to jobsworths talking bullshit to justify their existence instead of getting on with a real and meaningful job, then opt for bullshit bingo.

Listen to the endless, spouting jargon and trendy buzz phrases. Tune your ear into the latest corporate claptrap and meaningless word juggling and mark off each of the words/phrases on the grid until you get a line down, across or even better, go for that full house. When completed stand up and shout “Bullshit” to the amazement of the rest of the people attending. Better still, copy off several sheets and pass them around and then see who wins.

RPU meeting on TPAC policy. You couldn’t make it up.

You just have to see this. Thanks to Kendl for spotting this one.

Theft of a poppy collection box recorded on CCTC. Good detail and clear video evidence  for a change.

Handles for forks………….

So its one minute and 30 odd seconds. Please pass it on.

Thanks to Ambush Predator for bringing this to my attention. A  reported incident where an allegedly dangerous dog attacked a woman who was out walking and the Police took no action.

The reported story alleges that the Police have failed to act over a dangerous dog incident that resulted in a woman being bitten by a dog that was out of control.

I simply cannot believe that no investigation was carried out into the offence, which it certainly is. Dangerous dog  legislation allows for dogs to be seized in such circumstances whilst an investigation takes place with strict conditions or, in some cases, a destruction order granted by a court if the dog conforms to strict criteria.

Most Forces have trained officers who deal with identification, seizure and offer expert advice when needed.

Please buy a poppy.

There are many people who get a little fed up with squirrels breaking into the bird feeders or climbing onto bird feeders to steal the tit bits intended for the birds.How do you deal with the problem of something just a little bit bigger than a squirrel ?

I wonder if the line is going to hold.

It must be super strong stuff.

Would you go out and tell it to get off your bird feeder ?

I have posted this before and found the response both moving and the greatest by far I have had. For all those who have had a dog, lived with it, worked with it and cared for it you will understand my sentiments. About this time every year it comes around again. Some dogs are irreplaceable but some of the personal loss can be replaced by another. Some of you might have already seen it but others might not have.

I hear the phone ringing, I wait for an answer. My mouth is dry and I don’t want to speak. I can’t remember dialling the number. Eventually it is answered just as I am about to hang up and delay the inevitable. My misplaced human sentiment rises to the surface again. I try to talk and explain who I am, what the problem is. The voice on the other end is calm, politely reassuring and knows how I feel. They have seen and heard this a hundred times. I get my time and the count down begins.

90 minutes is an awful long time.

The journey is only a fraction of that. 90 minutes is about as long as a football match. No time at all if your side is 3-0 up but an eternity of torment if your side is 3-0 down.

My 90 minutes of torment has begun.
Every second seems like a minute, seems like an hour, a day, a week.

My friend is not well. He is very not well.

We have seen lots of things together.
We have done lots of things together.
He has saved me from many things and ensured I
returned home. I owe him a lot.

Now I must take him for his last journey.

I cannot explain how such relatively short and slow journey turns out to be such a blur.

I enter the place that has made my friend better on several occasions but that will now stop his suffering because they cannot make him better any more.

They know. They take me to a small room when I walk in and close the door.
They are sympathetic. They care about what they do.

It doesn’t take long but it seems to take forever.
My friend is gone. I’m going to miss him, a lot.

90 minutes was an awfully long time.