Vikeonabike
CC Neighbourhood Police Constable
- Location
- Bourne, Lincolnshire
Teaspoon....didn't have a screwdriver!

MacGyver!
Here's the mental video I'm getting.
Vike's out on patrol, on a police-spec superbike with every conceivable bit of equipment in his panniers. His cop's uncannily acute hearing picks up something rubbing that shouldn't be. He reaches to the pouch on his belt which should contain a multitool or Leatherman or something. Nope, it's not there. Handcuffs, yes. Pepper spray, yep. Side-handled baton, check. Rolled-up copy of The Sun, ... oops, but yes. Leatherman? No.
So he unpacks his panniers, laying out on the pavement a fascinating array of equipment. Parachute, rubber dinghy, first aid kit, AED, inflatable traffic cones, rubber chicken, gimp suit etc etc, but still no screwdriver. What to do?
A light bulb goes on over his head and he produces a teaspoon from an inside pocket, stamped with a little Constabulary crest, or possibly marked STOLEN FROM HM PRISON DARTMOOR. In a trice, the rubbing is fixed, and after a mere half-hour or so packing up all the equipment, he's back on his way, accompanied by the theme tune from Dixon of Dock Green.
Dare I ask why you carry a tea spoon with you?
Dare I ask why you carry a tea spoon with you?
Here's the mental video I'm getting.
Vike's out on patrol, on a police-spec superbike with every conceivable bit of equipment in his panniers. His cop's uncannily acute hearing picks up something rubbing that shouldn't be. He reaches to the pouch on his belt which should contain a multitool or Leatherman or something. Nope, it's not there. Handcuffs, yes. Pepper spray, yep. Side-handled baton, check. Rolled-up copy of The Sun, ... oops, but yes. Leatherman? No.
So he unpacks his panniers, laying out on the pavement a fascinating array of equipment. Parachute, rubber dinghy, first aid kit, AED, inflatable traffic cones, rubber chicken, gimp suit etc etc, but still no screwdriver. What to do?
A light bulb goes on over his head and he produces a teaspoon from an inside pocket, stamped with a little Constabulary crest, or possibly marked STOLEN FROM HM PRISON DARTMOOR. In a trice, the rubbing is fixed, and after a mere half-hour or so packing up all the equipment, he's back on his way, accompanied by the theme tune from Dixon of Dock Green.