Police and tattoos
I can get my head around a polar bear prancing about on a service station forecourt. I can cope with police officers snickering at the cheeky bear’s antics. But a police officer proudly bearing (ahem) his tats for the world to see whilst on duty is a step too far.
I thought my beady eyes were deceiving me this morning (or wondered whether it was a dodgy print in the Metro) but oh no – this is for real.
I thought police forces had a policy on that kind of thing. And don’t swallow that crap about tattooed officers being able to connect and relate to younger generations more easily than their clear skinned counterparts. Strangely enough, I don’t think we should be encouraging officers to look more like the inked-up charmers who beat their mothers for drug money and generally frequent local parks looking to ‘score’.
I know the police aren’t up to much in their current form, but you can’t have officers swanning around adorned with tattoos like football
players fans hooligans.
Heavens to Betsy! What’s the world coming to?
The officer concerned could have popped on something with a longer sleeve, surely? Doesn’t he possess some kind of tunic? A long sleeved shirt?
It’s a slippery slope, I’m telling you. We’ll have fire fighters putting out blazes with a stream of their own urine next.
Oh, and by the way, nice job Greenpeace!