What We Really Think Of The Police

I wrote this on my Facebook page, completely forgetting one of my friend’s sons – later, his mum turned out to be quite a loop, vaccine conspiracy theorist – had just become a policeman – big, strapping, red haired Lachlan – and it was fair to say he took offence at what I’d written about being a policeman.

Let’s face it, you have to be bordering on mental deficiency to want to do that job in the first place

Oh, I thought? Truthfully, I thought, just because you are now a policeman, Lachlan, it doesn’t make it any less true and, really, just recasts you in a somewhat suspect light.

But what I wrote was, obviously there are exceptions to anything, Lach.

Lachlan and I have never spoken again.