Hi everyone

Just a couple funny stories (of many) I'd like to share with you all during our police days and around our office antics :)

I introduced ‘Fat boy Fridays’ (a London term) when Frankie would take orders for fat boy rolls (bacon sandwich) and phone the order in and go collect them from a local café. The trouble was, word got around and the whole floor started to put orders in!

Needless to say, this back fired on me as often the phone would ring and everyone in our office would be eating and I remember looking at Roger one Friday morning with that ‘look’ to suggest he pick the phone up! It didn’t end well as we all roared with laughter...! I still have no idea who that caller was! 

In the end, Friday mornings I’d eat mine last to cover the phones!! 

Probably the most famous story of them all was the ‘Stolen Biscuit Caper’. 

We used to have biscuits in the Leeds Office that Roger would usually treat us to. He would bring far too many packs but of course that would get eaten.

It became obvious that biscuits would go missing usually over the weekend when our office was empty. I was raving about it and had my eye on a greedy Detective Sgt whom I was convinced was the biscuit thief.

One Monday morning I arrived early for work and told Roger and the boys my plan. I had bought some very hot fiery sauce from a specialist shop in York. I applied this sauce to the back of some of the ginger biscuits in an already open pack situated as usual by the door where they always were. 

A couple of hours later an Inspector came to see me about a matter which we resolved in a few minutes. A very nice Inspector, who spoke to the guys and we cracked a joke or two and eventually he thanked us for the help, and as he walked out the door picked up a biscuit and popped it into his mouth, and strode down the corridor....the horror on the guys faces followed by me flying out the office to chase him shouting “Noooooo”....but it was to late, he spun around, face as red as a red thing, some swearing followed but I was laughing so much I tried to tell him but it was useless...

I went back to the office, thank God for tables as Roger and the boys were helpless, I swear without the tables to hold them up they would have been on the floor! 

No more biscuits disappeared after that!