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Friday, December 10th, 2010

New Statesman - Inside the Parliament Square kettle

A well-written account of a disgraceful situation. "We all go down together, horses looming above us, baton blows still coming down on our heads and shoulders. I am genuinely afraid that I might be about to die, and begin to thumb in my parents' mobile numbers on my phone to send them a message of love."

Sunday, April 20th, 2008

BBC NEWS | Magazine | Innocent photographer or terrorist?

The police in the UK seem to have problems distinguishing between "tourists" and "terrorists". East mistake to make, I guess.

Saturday, October 20th, 2007

Neighbourhood watch

So there I was, getting ready to head to bed, blogging my travel plans when I heard some annoying noises from outside. It sounded like somebody was kicking a can around. Irritated, I went out on the balcony and saw two hooded yoofs looking nervous whilst a third rummaged around inside a car.

I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. It could have been their car. But it sure looked like two people keeping watch while the third was up to no good. The engine of the car started. From the hurried and harried manner in which this was done, it was pretty clear that this wasn’t the car’s owner. One of the lookouts saw me, told his friends and started beating a retreat.

At this stage, I was on the phone and I was being put through to emergency services. The car began to pull away, bumping and grinding into some other cars in the process. Jessica had the presence of mind to read off the car registration and write it down. I was able to pass this along down the telephone line.

Before long a police car raced up the street in the same direction as the stolen car. Meanwhile, I started giving a description of the miscreants to the policeman on the other end of the line. At one point, he interrupted to say, “Wait, I think they’ve spotted it and… yeah, we have a runner.”

Sure enough, the car-thief came sprinting back down the street with the police following. But they weren’t following close enough to see him duck into a front yard and hide. They continued right past so I asked the policeman on the other end of the ‘phone line to excuse me while I shouted out, “Hey! In there! In there!”

Five or six officers converged on the hiding place and despite a struggle, the ne’er-do-well was soon in custody.

I was thanked profusely by my telephone confidant. I got the impression that they don’t often get such immediate results from a crime report.

I spent an hour in Hove police station giving a statement when I really should have been in bed getting a good night’s sleep before a long day of travel. I guess I can sleep at some time during the ten hour flight.

If this tale of police telephone action sounds familiar, that’s because it’s not the first time I’ve given the police a blow-by-blow account of the criminal activities on my street—and then immediately Twittered and blogged about it once I got off the ‘phone.

Monday, October 15th, 2007

Sussex Police Uncovered - H900 - The Eye In The Sky

Click on the "What's the helicopter doing over my house?" link to get the latest eye-in-the-sky reports. The latest is: "Person trampled by cows" on the South Downs.

Tuesday, July 10th, 2007

Police In Knife Standoff Up For Awards (from The Argus)

Yet more on the events I blogged about down the street, again from the local newspaper.

Monday, July 9th, 2007

Hero PC Tackles Knife Man (from The Argus)

Here's the local paper's take on the happenings on my street that I blogged about.

Sunday, July 8th, 2007

BBC NEWS | England | Sussex | Man attempted to stab policeman

The somewhat lightweight BBC report of the incident I blogged about earlier. "Reports of a man with a knife threatening and chasing people": that's me (the reports, I mean).

Saturday, July 7th, 2007

Charlie Romeo Alpha Zebra Yankee

When I arrived at the Clearleft office yesterday morning, I found Andy and Richard in mid argument.

“Indigo? No! It’s India”, said Andy.

“It says Indigo here,” Rich responded.

“Well I’m using the CAA alphabet.”

“Are you talking about phonetic alphabets” I interjected, “‘cause there’s more than one, y’know.”

I was then challenged to see how far I could get. “Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta…” I did alright for a while but my brain started giving up later in the alphabet.

But it got me thinking. I should at least know how to spell certain things phonetically. For those phone calls when it really matters, it would be nice to be able to rattle off my postcode as Bravo November Three, One Delta Hotel. And really, everyone should know how to phonetically spell out their own name, right?

The office conversation turned to other matters—like which parts of Brighton were the most dangerous, with Sophie informing us that Waterloo Street (the street right down from mine) leads in the category of murder.

Cut to this morning. After a nice long lie-in, I sauntered into the living room, still pyjamad and robed, to the sound of some shouting from outside.

“Sounds like there’s another random crazy person shouting out there” said Jessica.

I looked outside and saw that the shouting was coming from a scarily stocky looking guy in the garden of the house directly across from us. Just a week ago, that house was the centre of a huge police raid involving detectives and officers in what looked like riot gear. I’m assuming that whatever they arrested him for didn’t stick.

Then things got scary. The guy came out onto the street. He had something in his hand. That something turned out to be a knife. He started shouting at strangers walking along the street and waving the knife about.

I ran to the phone and dialled 999. I could see some other people on the street doing the same thing with their mobiles. At least I was safe on the balcony—the people at ground level needed to take care of their own safety.

I started giving a blow-by-blow account over the phone of what I could see. I made sure to mention that this guy was almost certainly previously known to detectives as part of an ongoing investigation.

He started chasing people… down Waterloo Street. It was beginning to look like the street would be holding onto to its reputation for a while.

A police car arrived, screeching around the corner. The knife-wielder stopped chasing the civilians and started running towards the police car. They met in the middle of the street. He pounced on top of the car and started hammering on the roof.

I was doing my best to relay all of this down the line but this was all happening about 400 feet away from me at this point.

Another police car arrived. The officers got out. I couldn’t see clearly what was going on but I’m guessing they were trying to get him to put down the knife.

He started running back up the street. The four police officers followed. He turned. I saw him lash out with the knife. One of the police officers jumped back. I couldn’t tell if the knife had connected.

I saw truncheons in the hands of the police officers. It was clear at this point that he wasn’t about to give up the knife willingly. With a few co-ordinated blows, he was down. I’m generally not a big fan of resolving situations with violence but in this case, I felt relieved.

At the other end of the phone line, the man taking my call was thanking me for my help.

“Can I just get your name?” he asked.

“Sure. It’s Jeremy Keith”, I said.

“Jeremy… ?”

“Keith”, I said, and I started to frantically try to remember how that would be spelt in the phonetic alphabet. My mind was a blank. Must have been all the adrenaline.

“K.E.I.T.H.” I said, lamely.

Of course as soon as I put the phone down, I remembered. “Kilo!… Kilo Echo Indigo Tango Hotel. Damn it!”

As I write this, Waterloo Street has been cordoned off. The “suspect” is in custody. I’m still in my pyjamas. The first thing I did when I put the phone down was to Twitter. Then I Flickred. Now I’m blogging.

Yeah, I reckon I’ve got my priorities about right.

Thursday, June 14th, 2007

do i look like a terrorist? on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Brighton's Lomokev narrowly avoids a 30 day jail stretch without trial... a fellow commuter thought his beard looked suspicious and reported him to the police.

do i look like a terrorist?

Wednesday, October 18th, 2006

Battersea Power Station and Grosvenor Bridge on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Dave Gorman tells of being stopped under the Prevention of Terrorism Act while taking pictures of Battersea Power Station. It's all very civilised. One of the coppers uses Flickr herself.

Battersea Power Station and Grosvenor Bridge

Saturday, February 4th, 2006

pasta and vinegar » Be careful with Lego Mindstorms

Playing with Lego Mindstorms on a train can get you arrested in Germany.

Thursday, October 27th, 2005

BBC NEWS | England | Merseyside | Tributes left for a dead chicken

Merseyside Police told the community on Monday to "stop grieving, it's only a chicken".

Monday, September 26th, 2005

Stop & Search form for a photographer in Brighton

He took a picture of a building. Note the tick next to terrorism.

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Friday, September 23rd, 2005

Guardian Unlimited | Special reports | Suspicious behaviour on the tube

A truly frightening description of what can happen to any person in Britain today.