a shotgun during a raid on a post office in Govan in April. During the raid, a police constable and a customer wrestled nineteen-year-old Brian Thomas to the ground before disarming him. Thomas made no comment after being sentenced by Lord Campbell of Claremyle at the High Court in Glasgow today…
A social worker falsely accused of assaulting children whilst under his care in Applecart List D School in Glasgow, has called for greater protection for staff after the case against him was found not proven at Glasgow Sheriff Court. Brian Wilkinson claimed that disturbed young recidivists, under the care of dedicated social work staff, are taking advantage of relaxed structures imposed on services by the Scottish Home and Health Department by falsifying claims of abuse against those who are dedicated to helping those young people most in need…
Allegations of bribery by two Glasgow Police officers against a former colleague were branded a pack of lies in Glasgow Sheriff Court today. Gerald Collins denied he corruptively offered a substantial sum of money to two female colleagues on the condition that they rule that Collins had no case to answer for when police were called to a house in Anniesland Court in November last year, after neighbours grew concerned at screams coming from the house. Collins’s wife spent three days in hospital with injuries sustained after she claimed her husband assaulted her in the kitchen of the marital home to her severe injury. Procurator fiscal, Glenda Metcalf urged Sheriff…
Four women, all with previous convictions, were each jailed for sixty days today, after being found guilty of committing an assault and breach of the peace against police and sheriff officers outside a closemouth on Springburn Road last month…”
Chapter Eight
Angus Diamond, Governor ae Longriggend Remand Unit, looked aboot his office quickly. He could hear the voices ootside in the inner office. He hurriedly nipped across the room tae his filing cabinet and grabbed another haunful ae files and scurried back tae his desk, dumping them oan tap ae the big pile that he’d awready strategically plapped doon a few minutes earlier in tae his in-tray. He stood back, forensically scanning the stacked paper and cardboard mountain fur flaws, convinced something wisnae quite right. He swiftly reached o’er and grabbed the tap file, opening it quickly, before tossing it oan tae the unblemished blotter pad sitting oan tap ae his desk, jist as Miss Cattle rattled his door wae they arthritic knuckles ae hers.
“Enter!” he bellowed, as the cheeks ae that arse ae his connected thunderously wae the green leather, groaning padded seat.
“Mr Brown and Mr Peacock, Governor,” Miss Cattle neighed, in that strange whinnying voice ae hers, staunin aside tae let in the two big guns fae Edinburgh.
“Jack, Thomas, come in, come in, take the weight aff ae yer pins. Ye’ll be wanting a wee cup ae tea and wan ae Longriggend’s special date buns efter that long journey,” The Governor beamed, looking up fae the open folder in front ae him, as he came toddling roond the desk tae shake his visitors’ hauns.
“That sounds right fine and dandy tae me, Gus, so it dis,” Jack Broon, Scottish Prisons Manager said, flexing the fingers ae his right haun, as he heided fur a saft seat, trying tae ignore the pain in his crushed fingers.
“You’re looking good, I see, Gus,” Thomas Peacock fae The Department’s legal section winced, splaying the fingers ae his right haun a couple times in quick succession in an attempt tae get his circulation back, as they fat buttocks ae his invaded, then took o’er the creaking Perth Prison-made ermchair.
“If ye’d be so kind, Miss Cattle?”
“Of course, Governor,” she snorted through her nostrils, practically curtsying, as she trotted aff, pulling the door shut behind her.
The Governor looked across at the two suits who wur in the
A social worker falsely accused of assaulting children whilst under his care in Applecart List D School in Glasgow, has called for greater protection for staff after the case against him was found not proven at Glasgow Sheriff Court. Brian Wilkinson claimed that disturbed young recidivists, under the care of dedicated social work staff, are taking advantage of relaxed structures imposed on services by the Scottish Home and Health Department by falsifying claims of abuse against those who are dedicated to helping those young people most in need…
Allegations of bribery by two Glasgow Police officers against a former colleague were branded a pack of lies in Glasgow Sheriff Court today. Gerald Collins denied he corruptively offered a substantial sum of money to two female colleagues on the condition that they rule that Collins had no case to answer for when police were called to a house in Anniesland Court in November last year, after neighbours grew concerned at screams coming from the house. Collins’s wife spent three days in hospital with injuries sustained after she claimed her husband assaulted her in the kitchen of the marital home to her severe injury. Procurator fiscal, Glenda Metcalf urged Sheriff…
Four women, all with previous convictions, were each jailed for sixty days today, after being found guilty of committing an assault and breach of the peace against police and sheriff officers outside a closemouth on Springburn Road last month…”
Chapter Eight
Angus Diamond, Governor ae Longriggend Remand Unit, looked aboot his office quickly. He could hear the voices ootside in the inner office. He hurriedly nipped across the room tae his filing cabinet and grabbed another haunful ae files and scurried back tae his desk, dumping them oan tap ae the big pile that he’d awready strategically plapped doon a few minutes earlier in tae his in-tray. He stood back, forensically scanning the stacked paper and cardboard mountain fur flaws, convinced something wisnae quite right. He swiftly reached o’er and grabbed the tap file, opening it quickly, before tossing it oan tae the unblemished blotter pad sitting oan tap ae his desk, jist as Miss Cattle rattled his door wae they arthritic knuckles ae hers.
“Enter!” he bellowed, as the cheeks ae that arse ae his connected thunderously wae the green leather, groaning padded seat.
“Mr Brown and Mr Peacock, Governor,” Miss Cattle neighed, in that strange whinnying voice ae hers, staunin aside tae let in the two big guns fae Edinburgh.
“Jack, Thomas, come in, come in, take the weight aff ae yer pins. Ye’ll be wanting a wee cup ae tea and wan ae Longriggend’s special date buns efter that long journey,” The Governor beamed, looking up fae the open folder in front ae him, as he came toddling roond the desk tae shake his visitors’ hauns.
“That sounds right fine and dandy tae me, Gus, so it dis,” Jack Broon, Scottish Prisons Manager said, flexing the fingers ae his right haun, as he heided fur a saft seat, trying tae ignore the pain in his crushed fingers.
“You’re looking good, I see, Gus,” Thomas Peacock fae The Department’s legal section winced, splaying the fingers ae his right haun a couple times in quick succession in an attempt tae get his circulation back, as they fat buttocks ae his invaded, then took o’er the creaking Perth Prison-made ermchair.
“If ye’d be so kind, Miss Cattle?”
“Of course, Governor,” she snorted through her nostrils, practically curtsying, as she trotted aff, pulling the door shut behind her.
The Governor looked across at the two suits who wur in the
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