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The Dumber People Think You Are…
How to deal with a bastard sergeant
The Scottish Police College
As was the tradition; we took our training sergeants out for a night out at the end of our course. Keen to show our appreciation for the hard work and effort that they had put in to get us up to speed both in the classroom, it was time to celebrate.
We did a pub crawl of the glorious pubs in Kirkcaldy and rounded it off with a visit to the now-demolished Jackie O’s dance hall and nightclub on the esplanade.
Much to our disdain, the bastard Sergeant MacStern came along, too.
The first pub loosened us up. By the third pub, I was having a great time — until MacStern came and sat beside Bruce and me at our table. I groaned under my breath. Nothing would spoil my night more than having to spend time with Sergeant MacStern.
“So you two think you will be cops then?” MacStern looked at us, mocking, “I give you both a year before you are out on your ear,” he laughed at his rhyming put down.
“What makes you think that?” I plucked up the courage to challenge him but probably asked the wrong question.
“I just know,” MacStern glowered at me, “you have no stamina, no staying power. You have to be tough to be a police…
