A good friend to me stood in the nick and rocked on his heels as he gave me some of the best advice I have ever received. He was wearing a Santa hat at the time but this did not detract from the serious point at the heart of his mini speech.
“Dibble, I was just as cynical as you once”
“I find that hard to believe mate, you’re irritatingly happy”
“When my daughter came along, I looked at her and nothing else in the world mattered. I decided not grow old and bitter”
He is just as angry about government reform as I am. I recently spent a week ranting and raving at colleagues in an effort to get them to vote for industrial rights because of compulsory severance, Winsor ect but none of them cared. ‘I’ll worry about it when I’m older’ or ‘my dad deals with my finances’Â
Mrs Dibble shook my arm “calm down darling, they don’t care” and I felt guilty for being so angry. I don’t want to be a bitter old walt and continues say ‘I told you so’. So I decided to take my friend’s advice. I will no longer comment on policing matters or politics, I will no longer comment on Inspector Gadget or any other police blog. I will do my job on the front line until told not to or I choke to death on a kebab. “Life is too short to be bitter Dibble” and he was right.
No one is more heart broken about reform of the force and vested interest involved than I am. I feel utterly betrayed and let down, by my own colleagues who do not seem to care about such an important job, my politicians who vigorously fight to protect their gravy train and myself for allowing it to get to me. It must have been shit being around me while I was ranting and raving and cursing the life I live. I was short sighted and I already had the most important thing and that is Mrs Dibble.Â
I will keep my head down, do my job as passionately and proudly as always but when off duty, I won’t think about it. I will protect my own and look after myself, I’m done fighting faceless reformists and unaccountable PPEÂ post grad 20 something, sky blue thinking, dream weaving, trend setting twitter wanker, diversity diverisfyingÂ definitive decision making cretins whose only life experience is being used as a fluffy in the private schoolÂ toilets. The glory holes in Eton are ‘Character building’ apparently.Â
When the fire burns down everything in sight, I will sit by my front door shotgun in hand and watch the chaos unfold. With a glass of port next to me and ‘For Whom the Bell Tolls’ blaring at full volume I’ll make sure I have a bloody good time!