Never let the cops in without a warrant. If no fire, then you don’t let in the fire crew either.
So, was this made up, or did it actually happen?
Don’t think they have to have warrants in the UK, Drew. That’s one reason it’s in our 4th Amendment.
Other than that, it sounds like a Monty Python skit, doesn’t it?
Meanwhile the youths are out beating an elderly pensioner to death for a couple of pounds (is it? or euros) - proving once again - when Government is involved - they are like teenagers & homework: spend 10 times the amount of ingenuity and effort to avoid doing what was needed and wanted - not caring at all about the cost down the road.
I have to wonder - who called the fire, medics and police in - they are the ones who should pay for this travesty of public ‘service’.
Makes me remember fondly - sitting on my little balcony with my neighbor (drinks in hand) watching the quarters across the parking lot flame up - as no fire trucks ever came - it was simply a stupidity (probably a candle too) that the people in the quarters tended to post haste - which provided a brief diversion for my neighbor and I. And no we did not dial the fire department at all. Might have, if we had seen it get more out of hand.
It was the salmon moose…
grayjohn, one of us needs to get a life.
I don’t know which is more troubling, that fact that you mentioned the salmon moose, or the fact that I got the reference.
I’ll settle for the middle ground; I’m troubled by both!
It reminds me of that scene in “Forbidden Planet” where Morbius moans that as a simple scholar just looking for a little privacy, he finds himself “besieged by an army of fellow creatures, all grimly determined to do him service”.
But it does indicate another face of the nanny state- it’s effect on the state itself. They tend to think that being nannies gives them parental rights… over adults.
Thanks, JimS
Now I’ve got to watch Forbidden Planet again. I don’t remember that scene.
I do remember something that might be similar: when I was an Arthur Murray dance teacher we attended a well-known dance competition. My bosses put me up in a ‘ritzy’ hotel room. I had to keep telling the ‘attendants’ that I was perfectly capable of scrubbing my own back. (though, if the attendants had been nubile young women, I may have had a ‘momentary lapse of reason’ and allowed such back scrubbing.)