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I would imagine the police officer in question has been called worse than a pleb during his career as a copper.
Money grabbing pleb.
Read more here http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-31729808
I would imagine the police officer in question has been called worse than a pleb during his career as a copper.
Money grabbing pleb.
Plod nowadays are like footballers bring back Regan and Carter. Any politician calling them a pleb would be given a good kicking
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Seconded Tawi
You're nicked for the murder of Delphine Parks, the rape and attempted murder of Nina Akiboa. Anything you say will be taken down, ripped up and shoved down your scrawny little throat until you've choked to death. Gene Hunt chapter 1 verse 2.
Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry's the one with the badge.
Away back in the dim and distant past as a youngster - like most kids - I was subjected to taunts from my peers. Always taller than average for my age ... and, of course, with a surname like mine ... I used to mockingly be called "BIG Little". Hardly surprising really ... ... when one thinks about it! It did annoy me intensely at the time, though.
OK, it's not as bad as being called a "pleb" maybe. But all the same, I remember feeling hurt - and possibly what irritated me most was the *other kids' pronunciation of my surname in the local dialect (I'd not long moved up to the rural Perthshire village of Glenfarg from my native Glasgow) whereupon the 't's in my name seemed somehow to've been dropped in *their [I thought] peculiar accent, so that to me it sounded more like "Lu~hle" when the wee buggers pronounced it. Grr ... !
Anyway, it was around that time, I first heard the well-known couplet ... the words of which have stuck in my mind ever since:
"Sticks an' stones may break my bones
But names will never harm me!"
Methinks more adults should make those words their motto. Perhaps then, there would be less excuse for folk taking one another to court and suing them for ridiculous sums of money.
Whose pocket does the actual cash come out of?
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Have to agree with Michael on this one. What gives a toffee nosed tw-t the right to talk down to a police officer like that? Also been shown to be a liar! Good on the copper, I would certainly be smiling too...
It is not that he was called a Pleb but that Mitchell called him a liar.
I know several people who believed Mitchell's lies, and added their gut feeling that the coppers had all lied.
Well now that gut feeling can be put to bed.
Had there been no compensation many would still be saying that a copper lied.
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