Manchester Police put down their speed guns...
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And street crimes drop 18%...
www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,5-2003430982,00.html
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As a person living an Manchester I have not noticed any change drove through 2 laser traps in the last 3 days.
This story is from a friend from work - I doubt they even bother to report on the street crime that also has not changed!
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I was lounging against the tree which served as a bus stop with heavy laden
rucksack on my back, and two plastic bags of shopping adjacent to my feet.
4 People were walking on the other side of the road away from me. One of
them - adult male in Red United shirt shouted something in my direction -
something about "just deliver the shopping to the top of our ginnel, mate".
I noticed they looked to be typical dark,swarthy criminal types - the other three were aged in their teens - one female, two males - one with a nasty looking dog. They carried on walking away. One of the younger lads - the one without the dog, turned back and walked back towards Sainsburys. The bus went up the hill. It wouldnt be long now. I carried on daydreaming - was there a
possible lyric based on "leaning on a tree stump at the corner of the street
in case a certain little gem bus happened by".
Suddenly the evil fiend struck. He had obviously crossed the road some distance behind me and crept up on me. I heard the sudden pounding of footsteps. He let out a fear-inducing yell. I was paralyzed with dread. He ran diagonally in front of me, snatched the two loose bags crammed with succulent fruits, wines and spirits and expensive cosmetics, and accelerated
like a cheetah away out of view, hurling foul obscenities as I collapsed
crying against the tree.
That was what should have happened. The reality was mercifully somewhat
different. The two bags merely contained cartons of long life milk - low in value but very heavy in weight, and double-wrapped.. He tried a one-fingered snatch. One of the bags momentarilly lifted a fraction of the ground. Then the law of inertia kicked in !. His war-cry changed to a Homer Simpson like grunt of pain and disbelief, as simultaneously the outer bag ripped as his finger dislocated, his shoulder sprung, his side tore, his hamsting pulled, and his hernias ruptured. He limped away - rapidly but in obvious discomfort clutching a worthless piece of plastic bag, and he didnt even have the decency to turn his head and trade insults with me.
Was it just the weight of the shopping, or had the great Cat Goddess BASTET decided she owed me one?. I certainly never moved - I was paralyzed with shock, and the weight of shopping on my back meant resistance would have
been impossible. The initial feeling of gloating relief (..he had tried to pinch my plums, but had merely pulled his own..) was just turning to worry - would he
come back with the rest of the gang ? - when the bus appeared and whisked me away from the hell-hole that is Higher Blackley.
This story is from a friend from work - I doubt they even bother to report on the street crime that also has not changed!
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I was lounging against the tree which served as a bus stop with heavy laden
rucksack on my back, and two plastic bags of shopping adjacent to my feet.
4 People were walking on the other side of the road away from me. One of
them - adult male in Red United shirt shouted something in my direction -
something about "just deliver the shopping to the top of our ginnel, mate".
I noticed they looked to be typical dark,swarthy criminal types - the other three were aged in their teens - one female, two males - one with a nasty looking dog. They carried on walking away. One of the younger lads - the one without the dog, turned back and walked back towards Sainsburys. The bus went up the hill. It wouldnt be long now. I carried on daydreaming - was there a
possible lyric based on "leaning on a tree stump at the corner of the street
in case a certain little gem bus happened by".
Suddenly the evil fiend struck. He had obviously crossed the road some distance behind me and crept up on me. I heard the sudden pounding of footsteps. He let out a fear-inducing yell. I was paralyzed with dread. He ran diagonally in front of me, snatched the two loose bags crammed with succulent fruits, wines and spirits and expensive cosmetics, and accelerated
like a cheetah away out of view, hurling foul obscenities as I collapsed
crying against the tree.
That was what should have happened. The reality was mercifully somewhat
different. The two bags merely contained cartons of long life milk - low in value but very heavy in weight, and double-wrapped.. He tried a one-fingered snatch. One of the bags momentarilly lifted a fraction of the ground. Then the law of inertia kicked in !. His war-cry changed to a Homer Simpson like grunt of pain and disbelief, as simultaneously the outer bag ripped as his finger dislocated, his shoulder sprung, his side tore, his hamsting pulled, and his hernias ruptured. He limped away - rapidly but in obvious discomfort clutching a worthless piece of plastic bag, and he didnt even have the decency to turn his head and trade insults with me.
Was it just the weight of the shopping, or had the great Cat Goddess BASTET decided she owed me one?. I certainly never moved - I was paralyzed with shock, and the weight of shopping on my back meant resistance would have
been impossible. The initial feeling of gloating relief (..he had tried to pinch my plums, but had merely pulled his own..) was just turning to worry - would he
come back with the rest of the gang ? - when the bus appeared and whisked me away from the hell-hole that is Higher Blackley.
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