I walked down the street toward my car this morning and I noticed a bit of a disturbance ahead.
A lone policeman in a small patrol car had stopped in the middle of the road alongside a group of ragged junkies, all of whom I either knew or recognised from their begging outside Waitrose, a few yards away.
The policeman had his window shut, and addressed them through a loudspeaker from behind the glass.
"Go home", he bellowed, and that really put them over the edge of what must have been an extremely stressful 10 days of begging to people who were trying to stockpile huge quantities of expensive food as they were attempting to raise the next few quid for their next fix.
We no longer have a police station in Bath. I recognised these junkies as homeless because I have seen them sleeping in the doorways of empty shops that can no longer afford the business rates, but this policeman had been shipped in from Bristol or somewhere, so just assumed they had cosy flats.
"WE HAVEN'T GOT A FUCKING HOME TO GO TO!" was the inevitable reaction from them all, and passers-by looked on in disbelief.
"Stop shouting!" shouted the copper through his public address. All he really needed to do was politely ask them to keep a distance of 6 feet from each other and the rest of the public, but the man was such a fool that he ordered them to 'go home'.
You remember when I expressed the hope that the police would use their new powers humanely and sensibly and was attacked (again) for even saying so? Well this is just what I meant.
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