Sometimes there are very strange things that happen or you see whilst on patrol’ this is the tale of such an occasion.
I was on night duty and making my way to an incident single crewed (as usual). It had been reported that someone was actually having some fun and celebrating a birthday by playing dome music and having a party at their own house at ten o’clock at night. I know the answer already, but ask the controller what am I supposed to do when I get there, as I have no powers that allow me to confiscate any audio equipment, enter the house (not that I’d want to) or instruct them to turn it down by order of any statute. I sit there, knowing that all I can do is give “words of advice” so if they tell me to jog on and close the door in my face there is nothing I can do. The controller reassures me that it is a police matter as it is considered a local priority for us to attend within the hour despite being the responsibility of the local environmental health officer.
I resign myself to driving 20 to 30 minutes to the furthest point of my beat without having the ability to get there any quicker than anyone else on the roads (no response ticket), but I make up for this by going down the local back roads which shave some time off of the journey.
As I approach a crossroads, I see an animal 20 foot ahead of me, at first I think it’s a dog, but as it moves closer I can see it is a pig! I call control and inform them I will be delayed and ask if anyone knows if there are any pig farms nearby. I am I formed there is one just around the corner and as I get out of the car I can smell it in the cold night air.
If anyone was watching, they would have probably laughed their socks off at me trying to get the pig to stop running the opposite direction. I resorted to making loud noises and running forward with my arms out to make me look even more stupid, but it worked and I got him to the local farmers house. I knock at the door and get no answer, despite the fact that the garage and outbuilding and bedroom window have been left wide open. After numerous tries of knocking at the door and getting no response, I call through the letter box that it’s the police and that I have found one of their pigs.
After all that, I return to my car and update control, due to being on my own and very bored, I quickly think of a couple of one liners: I nicknamed him butty! And I guess this little pig was not going to market!
After all that, I got to the noise nuisance and got them to turn it down, I located a burnt out and stolen car by finding the engine plate in a burnt out wreck, completed paperwork for a house burglary and arrested the main culprit, upon searching his bedroom we found keys and some drugs hidden away. His mum is pro police and informs us that he was only living with her after the last time because he agreed to behave and not bring drugged into the house. They too know what it feels like to be burgled!