It was the grandest of adventures – my life in blue.
I remember the moment I first knew that I wanted to be a Copper. The PC walking down the other side of Hammersmith Broadway won’t have seen the tentative schoolboy standing at the bus stop. But I saw him. And, from that moment on, I never seriously considered doing anything else.
I remember being driven through the gates at Hendon for the first time, all nerves and expectation. Sergeant Parkes was at the wheel of the minibus, with half a dozen of us sitting in the back, wide-eyed and wondering.
I remember the marching and polishing and running and revising.
I remember my first day on patrol and my first vehicle stop. I remember being terrified. I remember catching my reflection in tall shop windows and that unmistakeable sense of pride at who I was becoming.
I remember my first armed incident.
I remember my first nickname: Tarquin or, more often, Tarkers. Apparently, I talked a bit posh.
I remember my first arrest, my first dead body, my first car crash, my first pub fight, my first murder scene....
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