Mob of masked men
I'll get onto the details after I've helped sort this weird demo of pointy toothed protesters. God knows why they're all in boilersuits, suppose its some attempt to avoid forensic evidence being left behind. They are well hard as fighters, and shout a lot. At least they're not throwing paving stones at us, I hate having to dodge paving stones because you have to dodge them completely. Even a glancing blow from one of those hurts like fuck through the visor-helmet thing. The fixings in those are snug around the head for safety but they always end up being too close to my ears and hurting them like specs that are too tight. We've only got the round riot shields with us tonight, not the long rectangle ones so we can't have a proper show of force in a line of well-honed manly, er, personly resistance BECAUSE WE ARE ALL FUKKIN' DIFFERENT HEIGHTS AND LOOK LIKE THE POLICE FROM THE PRATCHETT NOVELS.
Tall next to thin and wide in front of regular but ugly. The new plod transferred up from London way is partnered with me, and she is as terrifying as fuck, man. She's got shorter hair than me and can spit further for starters, and is eye-wincingly neat at subduing these weirdos. They keep getting back up though, and the new cuffs don't fit them, so we've had to use those plastic tie things on their legs as well to get some control of the situation. The heavy mob control from Bristol are on their way so we just hold out for another twenty minutes and then we can have our sandwiches and soup and can start the paperwork, thank fuck for paperwork! Ianto, if yo're reading this I'll be in contact soon mate, maybe drinks tonight somewhare lary and neon for letting off a bit of steam, eh??
Tall next to thin and wide in front of regular but ugly. The new plod transferred up from London way is partnered with me, and she is as terrifying as fuck, man. She's got shorter hair than me and can spit further for starters, and is eye-wincingly neat at subduing these weirdos. They keep getting back up though, and the new cuffs don't fit them, so we've had to use those plastic tie things on their legs as well to get some control of the situation. The heavy mob control from Bristol are on their way so we just hold out for another twenty minutes and then we can have our sandwiches and soup and can start the paperwork, thank fuck for paperwork! Ianto, if yo're reading this I'll be in contact soon mate, maybe drinks tonight somewhare lary and neon for letting off a bit of steam, eh??