THE Cardiff Protocol
No, not the title to a new film by that bloke who married Madonna, but something that's been identified over time as a workable way to protect young people who are victims but don't understand they have the right to complain http://www.cardiff.gov.uk/objview.asp?Object_ID=10970& . It's now being adopted in England for any age of victim to enforce emergency staff to report strange stuff to the Police. Following the arrival of that horrible overdressed ultra-nuicence at Torchwood it's a grim but inevitable that somewhere someone complained that there is a sudden rise of numbers of victims in Accident and Emergency failing to complain about obviously wrong things done to them. No pregnancies as yet, but an octogenarian had a close call, apparently. Somehow. What the hell? And there's a herd of sheep in the city farm zoo that are not happy and exhibiting strange symptoms...
I keep getting chosen as sympathetic for wheedling out the facts from these bewildered sods and farmers, and I know loads of the nurses there in a&E in person. Not great, because they now associate me with these horrible events and don't really want to cross the boundary to a personal relationship with me. Very far from being seen as sympathetic and yet manly and ideal partner material... Third interview attempting not to look at someone's bruises this week. So not only is that weirdo out interfering with people both young and old but he's limiting my girlfriend pool.
Cell 15 is booked for him, the one with no outside walls and solid floor and ceiling. The other people on the Job are in agreement. Goodbye military fancy-dress smartarse drunken creep. One piece of litter and you're IN.