Investigation of so-called “hate incidents” has been revealed as a colossal waste of police time

On 20 September 1982, my wife, Marion, and I got married in Oxford. We then set off on our honeymoon to Burnley. An unusual destination for a newly married couple, I concede but after we had set the d

POLICE CONSTABLE FLEUR GRAY stood outside Chief Inspector Ferguson’s office. She nervously brushed her hands over her uniform before lifting her hand to knock. She paused, reflecting on how far she’d

I only popped to the shop for some chocs but came face to face with a yob

GAVIN and I turned to look at each other on the sofa as the television credits rolled. “I know we’ve agreed for a long time that ‘Inspector Bletchley’ is our favourite programme,” I said. “But that wa

AREMOTE AND ISOLATED COMMUNITY KEPT A SHAMEF UL SECRET- BUT A HANDFUL OF BRAVE WOMEN REFUSED TO REMAIN QUIET