Friday 11th July 2003.
It’s the early hours of the morning but I’m too wide awake and wound-up to sleep. I’ve...
Wednesday 2nd July 2003.
The school talks went well and they are sorting me out with a rota for next term. I had...
George Tiplady had been a Chief Superintendent for four years and he hated it.
He felt cut off from his subordinates, and the day-to-day police work.
He found himself in a position he had never sought and treading his way warily through the political minefield such as modern Policing had become.