It's not surprising that the authorities get twitchy about H&S issues, given the tendency of people to sue for the slightest injury when on duty, regardless of whether it's their own fault or not. I saw a couple of coppers chasing a youth in a hoody out of a shopping centre in London - they didn't stand a chance with their boots, stab vests, radio, cuffs ......... Putting them in pain clothes and trainers would be a whole lot more efficient!
A Glock tends to slow people down as well. Listening to the reports on the Lee Rigby murder case I have to wonder how much damage police weapons can do. No idea what they were using but a single well aimed shot to the torso should have despatched the perp! What did they do - use an air rifle! I guess their roll isnt to kill though is it. Ive probablt seen too many American Police marksman type films!
I used to be a firearms officer in Notts. They took our shotguns off us as they were considered a 'too devastating a weapon'. As of being shot with something else isn't going to hurt! Got to laugh. :-D
I honestly don't know where you've got this spurious notion from....Bolton is a cultural cornucopia...chock full of hearty individuals , honest-to-goodness, hard working types, from all walks of life. The streets are awash with the hurly burly of happy folk, going about their business...laughing, singing whistling myriad tunes all the while. It's a kaleidoscopic Cosmopolitariat...the antithesis of multi-cultural malevolence....an urbane Utopia...there isn't a pasty-chomping, feckless, half-wit racist to be seen within a ten mile radius. I think you must be thinking of Rochdale....or perhaps Burnley....where the streets are paved with dicarded chewing gum
Ok...there may be one or two borderline mutants, but they tend to shun the public gaze, hiding as they do, in the shadowy corners of the reference Library. Not like the Trolls you see roaming the streets of Kidderminster, without so much as a by your leave
There are moments of hope though. The guy in Leigh wearing a traffic cone on his head carrying a half can of strongbow and trying to convince the security guard at Asda he was a mystery shopper at 3am last Thursday morning could at least pronounce Nigeria even though the guy he was telling to go back there was clearly as British as John Bull.
reminded me of one of my favourite childhood smells .....when we used to go to choose a new carpet....