Ordinary British copper writes blog which becomes a book. I didn't read this from end to end, it's extremely repetitive. It actually forms part of the PC debate (no puns please) and with sledgehammer weary blokeish humour which very quickly wears out its welcome, it exposes how painful government is these days. Here's what happens:
First, the politicians. The (British) Labour government has the (90%) rightwing newspapers on their back day in day out about how rubbish they are. Plus, the public generally hate their politicians with a deep and dearly bought hatred. The Labour government genuinely wants to do good things, they're not actually rogues out to fleece the nation's coffers*, so they need to prove the things they do are actually good and are actually working, and not just wasting vast amounts of taxpayers' money. So they set targets - "when we were elected in 1997 only 55% of seven year olds could tie their own shoelaces and now ten years later the figure has risen to 61% and on a like for like basis in deprived areas the true figure is 63%" - that kind of thing, times a million.
Second, the police. They're at the front line of a lot of what goes on in society. The front line of crime prevention, of course, but also the front line of political correctness (partly because their behaviour in the past has been so appalling we have realised we need to police the police a whole lot more than we used to), and also the front line of proving that the government's policies are correct. Hitting targets or improving statistics are the sine qua non of British politics. Has violent crime risen? Are we winning the war on drugs? Has Britain gone to the dogs? If so, exactly how many dogs? Were any of them Dalmatians? How many illegal immigrants are there anyway, Home Secretary? You don't know? Resign, resign!
So what the police are asked to do is fill out a gazillion forms to make sure they are a) recording crime correctly and b) treating people decently, especially people who they used to treat appallingly, such as, for instance, say, black people. This takes a whole lot of time, and coppers like the author think it's all nonsense and they should be out on the streets catching crims and not back at the nick typing up reports and trying to decide if the person they're questioning is of Bangladeshi or Pakistani or Indian origin and ringing round for an interpreter and a "responsible adult" to sit in on the interview since the suspect is 15 years old. And of course the bellicose public agree with the worldweary "it's PC gone mad" cops. But they the public just love to make snap judgements based on prejudice. Whereas me, I weigh up books like this very carefully before I chuck them in a box and take them to Oxfam.
* This was written before the expenses scandal broke and it turned out they all were fleecing the nation's coffers.