You might be saying to yourself, guv, what are you doing out here in this untamed 'internet' wilderness in which case I would answer that's just where I belong. Being a copper these days is like brushing a lion's teeth with your tadger...risky and only for those with balls of steel. I imagine I'll be just fine.
So go ahead, ask your guv, I'll do my best to impart some manly wisdom on you sorry sods. Any complaints about this 'political correctness' bollocks though will earn you a night in the cells.
(( OOC: Another ask/roleplay blog. Feel free to ask the guv what you want, he'll insult any fandom. ))
Normally I treat myself to a pint and a whiskey chaser at the Arms. On the go I’ll hydrate with a single malt, but on special occasions I’ll break out the Glenlivet stashed away in me office.
Don’t be too far away from a drink luv, never know when you’ll need it.
Ta, luv but I’m just a humble deputy to the Law.
Sheer joy. After I’ve readjusted their scrotums into their stomachs and tossed them into the canal.
You’d think there was a person under all that scum.
Talking to a broken juke box isn’t at the top of me list.
