title: Perverting The Course Of Justice: The Hilarious and Shocking Inside Story of British Policing
author: Inspector Gadget
description: You do not have to know anything about the police, but it may harm your understanding of the world you live in if you do not read this book. <br /><br />Arresting 10-year-olds for for stealing sweets Nicking adults for denying the existence of Santa Claus Investigating Kelly's ex's new girlfriend's sister's boyfriend's ex for sending her a nasty message on Facebook.<br /><br />These are the things the cops spend their time on (as well as fighting drunk thugs, finding toddlers dead in car crashes and cutting down men who have hanged themselves in public parks).<br /><br />Controversial, gripping, authoritative and, occasionally, very funny - this book takes readers where the powers-that-be don't want them to go. Forget everything you know about law and order: this is the truth.<br /><br />Inspector Gadget is a serving senior police officer. He has written for the New Statesman, The Daily Mail and The Daily Telegraph, and has been praised for his bravery and honesty by everyone from The Sun to The Guardian.<br /><br /> His 'Police Inspector' online blog has received more than six million hits and was recently named one of Britain's Top 40 blogs by The Times who said that his writing is 'provocative stuff, and as an insight into life on the policing front line in 2010, its invaluable.'
zlib_text: **My Dad’s**  
   **a Policeman**
  
  Cathy Glass
  
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   **Contents**
  
   _Cover_
  
   _Title Page_
  
  Chapter One
  
  Chapter Two
  
  Chapter Three
  
  Chapter Four
  
  Chapter Five
  
  Chapter Six
  
  Chapter Seven
  
  Chapter Eight
  
  Chapter Nine
  
  Chapter Ten
  
  Chapter Eleven
  
  Chapter Twelve
  
  Postscript
  
  About the Author
  
  Also by Cathy Glass
  
  Quick Reads
  
  Copyright
  
  About the Publisher
  
  Chapter One
  
  My dad’s a policeman and it can land me in trouble. Take last week, for
  example. A kid on our estate shouted: ‘Your dad ain’t a policeman! You’re a
  bastard, same as rest of us.’ So I hit him, not hard, but enough to send him
  crying to his mother, who called the police.
  
  ‘Oh, Ryan,’ my mum sighed, exhausted, when she opened the front door two hours
  later to find the police there. ‘Whatever have you done now?’
  
  At that moment I really regretted hitting that kid. Not because he hadn’t
  deserved it – no one says things about my dad and gets away with it. But
  because of the look on Mum’s face. She was so