Now that I am retired having been many years a magistrate with a long awareness of the declining freedoms enjoyed by the ordinary citizen and a corresponding fear of the big brother state`s ever increasing encroachment on civil liberties I hope that my personal observations within these general parameters will be of interest to those with an open mind. Having been blogging with this title for many years against the rules of the Ministry of Justice my new found freedom should allow me to be less inhibited in these observations.

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Thursday, 23 October 2014


I suppose it started in the NHS........surprise surprise.  At first there were nurses. A patient would have the assurance and comfort knowing that the person in a pristine newly laundered uniform and white head covering (usually female) was a qualified State Registered Nurse who in addition to pursuing her health care duties would also make your bed, bring your meals and generally be available to assist recovery morning noon and night undertaking even the most menial functions.  And then there came  the State Enrolled  Nurse who had gained a lesser qualification than her  S.R.N. colleague and worked under her supervision.  And lo! It came to pass that voices from the one at south west  number ten decreed that all nurses be university educated.  So we all give thanks to these travellers from the East and South who have forsaken their homes and families to minister to the sick and aged of the United Kingdom assisted by minions who undertake the tasks too lowly even for them. 

The teaching profession was not far behind in the employment of low paid “assistants” employed to provide additional one to one help where the classroom teacher was considered too busy to help little Johnny reach the required fluency in reading.  These assistants are now classified as jobs in  themselves and undertake tasks that were unenvisaged when they were first deployed; tasks that were thought to be the teacher`s preserve.   

Police Community Support Officers have been on the streets since 2003.  They were initially classified as “support”  personnel for warranted police officers.  No formal qualifications are required for this job which pays new recruits c£16,000.  Unsurprisingly many police forces on reducing budgets whilst cutting numbers of  quality warranted officers are making up with quantities  of PCSOs.  Now; as if that it is not enough various constabularies eg Lincolnshire are actively seeking volunteer unpaid PCSOs to fill their ranks.  It is one thing to have volunteer warranted police officers i.e. special constables  but “employing” unpaid uniformed street patrollers is a  step far too far.  Adding to the thousands of  current council employees who can issue fixed penalty notices  for parking, minor traffic , dog fouling, spitting, litter and other offences  has uniformed state authority  gone mad all in the name of austerity? 

1 comment:

  1. Truly, the lunatics are running the asylum.

    You didn't mention Nurse Practitioners. Pretend doctors that provide a cheaper & far less qualified alternative to the real thing. It's hardly any wonder that nurses have had to be reminded of their core duty of care. Now that they go to University they think that such things as making beds or washing patients is beneath them.

    I am staggered at the notion of having volunteer PCSOs. The existing bunch of ill-educated and poorly trained muppets is bad enough but now there will be an even worse bunch of uniform-carriers on 'patrol'. PCSOs are a thoroughly discredited lot. No one has any respect for them so what on earth will people make of volunteer PCSOs? Kafka himself couldn't have come up with a more ridiculous scenario.

    I suppose we have got used to seeing PCSOs accompanying police officers. Are we now to be treated to the sight of volunteer PCSOs accompanying 'real' PCSOs? Scenes from a a Laurel & Hardy film spring to mind.

    As the late, great, Keith Waterhouse once said, "You couldn't make it up"

    Some time ago I wrote about the number of 'uniforms' encountered on my way into work one morning. I seem to recall it was something like 5.