Rebel Without a Cause

Chapter One

Rebel without a cause


You’re a Police Officer, well sort of, well not really, well not yet anyway.

IRA Bomb
IRA car bomb

1979 was a turning point in British history and marked the beginning of the Thatcher era and some very troubled times. Maggie and I both started our new jobs in a year where there had been more days lost through strikes than at any time since 1926. It was also the year that Lord Mountbatten, and the conservative MP, Airey Neave had been blown up by the IRA.

I had just turned nineteen and had left my job as a trainee metallurgist on the steelworks in Scunthorpe to join the Police Force. The bombs in London were irrelevant to a rebel, spotty teenager whose only knowledge of explosions were squeezing acne onto the bathroom mirror. Come on, I lived and worked in Humberside which had more ferrets per square mile than people. Up to that time the Ferrets Republican Army had failed to plant a successful bomb or kneecap anyone with a rusty Black and Decker drill.


There letting a rebel in

Police dogs
Going to be cops

Looking back, the Humberside Police chief in the sky must have been smoking something he shouldn’t as I was the only applicant from many to have passed the entrance exam and subsequent interview. I was certainly nothing special and had very average qualifications. Only two years earlier I had been aRebel without a cause in civvy street and was convicted in court for driving offences on my Yamaha FS1E. During my job interrogation it was pointed out at length that I had no respect for the law and how was I to uphold it when I kept breaking it myself? At that point I felt as if “Jack the Rippers” crimes were merely minor errors in judgement compared to mine. What I didn’t know then was that the job would lead me to theOld Baileyas a defendant.


Why do you want to join the police?

Even to this day I have no recollection of filling out the application form. I have a sneaky feeling that it wasn’t me who applied but my parents. They knew that if I was successful, I would have to move well away from their comfortable settee and click your fingers service. I certainly did not want to join through an overwhelming desire to help my fellow man. They were well beyond help in my book. The only reason that springs to mind is that you retired early with a pension. I could then live my dream and go sailing into the sunset and still be young enough to have my own teeth. I did not realise I was applying for a job where vast swathes of the public want to be dentists and longed to remove my teeth without anaesthetic.


Nearly one of the boys in blue

Rebel without a cause
I am in the filth too

So, there I was, young, eager, passed the medical, the home visit, the exam and the interview and I was offered the job. I was in. I was almost one of the boys in blue, a copper, the filth, pigs, a peeler, a bobby, a black bastard or whatever you want to call them.

The next stage was to get a uniform and go to the Police training college at Dishforth in the North of England. Well that would be the normal way but someone, somewhere, made a mistake. I had been booked in at Dishforth on the wrong date. For six weeks, I would be a rebel without a cause, without a uniform, without being sworn in, without any identification or even a stick to hit people with. I was to attend my local Police Station and they were to look after me and keep me out of harm’s way.


Done up like a kipper

On my first day, I dressed in my best blue velvet jacket (they were all the rage then) although I had to borrow one of my dad’s kipper ties as I didn’t own one. My mum even had to tie it for me as I didn’t know how and a noose around my neck might not have given the right impression.

My broken car
A fixer upper

Even my Vauxhall Viva car had problems getting to the Police Station. It was my first car and had been given to me as a fixer upper but it still needed fixing up. I had to keep the heater on full blast to stop the engine overheating and the driver’s door would fly open when turning left unless I held it. I could have tied the car door closed with my dads kipper tie but walking into work and asking the Station Sergeant to put it on for me did not seem the best idea. As it was I managed to get there but I decided it would be a good idea to park some distance away from the station and walk in.


We have you surrounded

It was such a strange feeling being inside a Police Station, surrounded by uniforms and for once I had done nothing wrong. Well actually I had, but so far they had never discovered my shady, rebel past and the many aliases I had given to various Police Officers. I felt as if they were all going to bollock me at any moment as they had many times throughout my youth. I felt a teenage imposter in a grown up world, but what were they going to do with me? I soon found out and it was not what I was expecting. They sent me to the last place I wanted to be and on the worst possible day for me to be there.

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