A policeman's lot is not a happy one, wrote W S Gilbert. Although Inspector Gadget finds much that will make the reader smile, his message a hundred years on from G & S is that things are a whole lot worse.
Fifteen years ago, we suffered a burglary. The thief left behind a bin sack full of VCRs whose shiny covers would have seemed to be a likely source of finger prints. When a policeman eventually arrived (we pulled strings with an Inspector acquaintance), he declined the offer to investigate, gave us a crime reference number and departed, never to be heard from again. The experience remains irritating but the underlying reason could not be made clearer than it is in this book. There are not nearly enough police officers actually involved in dealing with crime, and those there are spend far, far too much time filling forms and covering themselves from disciplinary rebound.
I finished reading on the day the Prime Minister announced a U-turn on sentencing: it will be tougher and more meaningful. How it will be paid for, how much extra prison capacity will be required, he didn't say. On the face of it, the problem is intractable. Perhaps the place to start is with a disregarded glib soundbite from one of Mr Cameron's predecessors: tough on the causes of crime. In short, bad parenting, poverty, unemployment. That seems to be the Gadget philosophy and it is well expressed in this eminently readable book.