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#New Scotland Yard
ludojudoposts · 2 years
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RIP Dennis Waterman
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kwebtv · 2 years
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New Scotland Yard -  ITV  -  April 22, 1972  -  May 25, 1974
Crime Drama (48 episodes)
Running Time:  60 minutes
Stars:
John Woodvine as Chief Supt. John Kingdom (series 1–3)
John Carlisle as Det. Inspector, later Det. Sgt., Alan Ward (series 1–3)
Michael Turner as Chief Supt. Clay (series 4)
Clive Francis as Det. Sgt. Dexter (series 4)
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thalialurksalot · 6 months
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I asked my English friend who is a police officer about NSY morgues 😂
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fuzzysparrow · 2 years
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What is the name of the headquarters of London's Metropolitan Police Service?
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New Scotland Yard is the headquarters of the Metropolitan Police in London. They are responsible for the security in Greater London, although are not involved with the City of London, a square mile in the centre of the capital, which is covered by the City of London Police. Similarly, they are not involved with the policing of the London Underground and train systems, which are looked after by the British Transport Police.
The name 'New Scotland Yard' comes from the original Metropolitan Police headquarters at 4 Whitehall Place, which had a rear entrance on a street called Great Scotland Yard. As 'The New York Times' explained, just as Wall Street gave its name to New York's financial district, Scotland Yard became the name for police activity in London. When the headquarters moved to buildings on the Victoria Embankment in 1890, it automatically took on the name 'New Scotland Yard'.
The Metropolitan Police was formed by Robert Peel in 1829. The original headquarters were once a private house but New Scotland Yard is in a 20-storey office block about 450 metres (492 yards) away from the Houses of Parliament. In 1967, New Scotland Yard moved to 8-10 Broadway until 2016, after which it moved back to the Victoria Embankment. Since these moves, the headquarters are often referred to as 'Scotland Yard'.
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vyorei · 5 months
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British-Palestinian surgeon and Professor Ghassan Abu Sitta has given eye-witness evidence to Scotland Yard's War Crimes Unit in relation to the "alleged" war crimes in Gaza
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mysebacielblog · 2 months
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We’ve been waiting for years
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Miss K you look like a detective today and it’s very cute
— my favorite student
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attaboy-art · 2 years
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Father, into your hands, I commend my spirit / Father, into your hands, why have you forsaken me?
[Image ID: A digital painting of Alfendi Layton's two personalities, Potty Prof and Placid Prof, facing forwards in front of a black background. They are both wearing white lab coats with a red and blue striped turtleneck sweater. Potty Prof is in front, smiling happily, with his left hand over his chest and his right hand outstretched in front of him. Placid Prof is peeking out from behind his shoulder on the right, covered in shadows. He is smiling calmly, with a finger in front of his lips to indicate silence. His other arm is stretched downwards to the left of Potty Prof and is holding a smoking gun. Smoke rises behind the two in the shape of a large question mark. The background is black with large, transparent, red text that says 'Before long, everyone will know of your crimes' repeatedly. /.End ID.]
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quietzap · 9 months
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"In the first part of its three-year special investigation, Byline Times reveals the accounts of victims targeted by the powerful TV presenter"
(Here's the tweet from the newspaper if any of you have twitter and wanna retweet: x)
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ofmythsandfablesaa · 1 year
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In honor of his birthday, comment with who you want a starter for from Sherlock Holmes! 🎉
If you want to plot something more extensive, comment with a 🔍 or hit the heart if you can’t get the magnifying glass.
✨He also has a modern verse working as a private detective alongside New Scotland Yard on large cases, fyi.
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moodywritesmoody · 7 days
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They left the campsite a little later than planned, but Stella reckoned they would make up enough time by avoiding early morning traffic into the City.
Sally, who had managed an undisturbed night of sleep, apparently still had plenty of sleep left in her, and was snoozing in the van's passenger seat, her head held in a pillow and a blanket pinned over her shoulders. She looked like a fighter at rest; body unwilling, spirit also unwilling.
So Stella was alone with her thoughts for the drive to London. Her thoughts and the melancholy of a Katie Melua album. The grey cloud from the night before had followed her into the next day and it wouldn't let her just ignore it, so Stella leaned in.
As she watched the long highway stretch out in front of her, increasingly grey and daunting; she was left to mull over just how much she dreaded returning to the office. She would make up some reason as to why her reports would be in by the evening, instead of the morning; she’d take the lecture, and then she’d buzz off for the actual weekend.
She could still remember the days when work was all she lived for, though the memory felt more and more like a different life. If she’d wanted an ordinary life she would have become an accountant, or a manager or one of the other careers her parents had insisted on, but she had fought for this life. She’d fought to get this far into her career. In every department she moved into she was always “The youngest DI in the division,” and “The most promising young agent,” and all that fluff that felt like it never ever actually led to anything. No increased responsibilities, no increased access, no increased independence; only increased bullshit. Bullshit by the shelf-load.
More forms, more protocol, more insufferable people to answer to, more restrictions but less actual codification (since it was implied that you knew what was expected, but nobody ever verbalised those expectations) and the more gracefully one could contort and bend and smile and speak gibberish, the more one fit in. It was like being stuck in a hellish game of twister, and everything that wasn't a dot was lava.
Here was the rub, ultimately, when it came to Scotland Yard, those who fit in far outpaced those who stood-out in any meaningful way. If someone like Sherlock Holmes, for instance, had tried to join the police force, he wouldn’t have made it even a week. Sherlock did his work by being different and by thinking differently: thinking differently at the Met was a recipe for daily harassment. Sherlock literally walked around with an ex-military bodyguard attached to his slender hip so it wasn’t surprising that he barely noticed.
So Stella was torn, because if she wanted her career at the Met; saving lives, pursuing the course of justice - then she had to toe the delicate line of acceptability. Even when it felt like the other side of that line was exactly where the saving lives and the justice lay. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't make it make sense.
But it had to make sense somehow. Somehow she was missing something.
It was like she constantly had to sacrifice doing the right thing, for the opportunity to keep having the opportunity to do the right thing - knowing that if she ever simply did the right thing, she’d be a failure. And would promptly be treated as such.
Stella was aware that Sally saw her as some sort of righteous hero who spoke up about a bunch of stuff that most agents knew to shut up about; but she didn’t realise just how much Stella did simply let things slide. How much she avoided because she knew that if she looked too closely she’d have to see her own culpability. Her Guilt. Fucking guilt, there was no use pretending that that wasn't what it was.
Their first late night conversation in the van played back in her mind and she felt now that there was a lot she might have said differently. She'd protested too much.
Trying to wrap her mind around the sordidness of it all made her want to punch a wall. Or else just sleep for a week.
She instead fumbled for the flask of tea she’d made for the journey; and washed down her bitter frustration. The tea was persuasively sweet. She’d figure it out, she just had to make sure of some things.
When Sally had still worked at the Yard this had all seemed much easier. No less convoluted by any means, but also not unmanageable. Perhaps it was less that the problems felt smaller but that she felt a bit bigger than them. Detective Hopkins versus the world felt like a joke, but Hopkins and Donovan versus the world was at least a breathtaking game to watch.
As she eased onto the fast lane of another high-way, her mind shifted to Sally’s cold case. The case that had finally pushed her out of the Yard for good was also the case she’d probably fought the hardest for. It was unlike Sally to concede defeat, perhaps that was why she'd ejected herself when a win looked to be impossible.
That case that had twisted her entire life inside out. It lay, like a pandora’s box in a locked cabinet under Stella’s desk and every now and then she riffled through it.
It was nothing spectacular, or out of the ordinary, and she couldn’t see what about it made Sally abandon everything in search for answers - all of a sudden. Children went missing every day. If they were to stick to every case older than 6 years where a child had gone missing and turned up dead in the river, that’s all they would ever do. But they didn’t. Because accidents happened, and people got careless, and some things were just not the Police’s job.
But Sally knew that as well as she did, which meant there was something about the case that she was keeping to herself. Some details that made this case stand out. Somehow she was... missing something.
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Chapter 5 Snippet: For You
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insidecroydon · 6 months
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Waddon man charged with murder of missing Justin Henry
Scotland Yard confirmed last night that they have arrested a Croydon man in connection with the murder of Justin Henry. Murdered: Justin Henry Detectives from the Met’s Specialist Crime Command charged Louis Benjamin, 29, of Waddon New Road, with one count of murder, although from police accounts, they have yet to recover the victim. Benjamin appeared in custody at Bromley Magistrates’ Court on…
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kwebtv · 2 years
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John Woodvine and John Carlisle in “New Scotland Yard”
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sauolasa · 1 year
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Scotland Yard nella bufera
La polizia metropolitana di Londra è travolta da una serie di scandali. Depositate più di mille mele marce di fronte alla sede nella capitale
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pollyanna-nana · 18 days
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Part of why I’m so defensive of the name Thistle is that I just think it fits him so perfectly and has some really interesting meaning you can assign to it outside of it just being his eye color.
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Where I come from, thistles are considered a nuisance species. They have massive taproots that burrow deep underground, so once one pops up in your garden or yard you’re going to have a hell of a time removing it. The scotch thistle, like above, is considered invasive and listed as a noxious weed, and though there are many native thistle species they all tend to get lumped together by the average person.
And yet, thistles are incredibly important to their local ecosystem. They provide food and shelter for many species, especially pollinators, and are hardy survivalists. In some places they’re seen very favorably, such as being the symbol of Scotland. Their prickly nature means that few people are likely to mess with them, which makes them an effective symbol of resilience and protection.
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But, despite this, to many they are just weeds. A nuisance, to be tolerated at best and exterminated with little prejudice if the wrong kind is in the wrong place to the point that it draws attention. Despite the fact that ultimately it is us humans who brought them to these new locations. I think there is no malice in simply trying to be alive.
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Mediapart: La Nupes peut-elle gagner les législatives ?
Mediapart: La Nupes peut-elle gagner les législatives ?.
Peut-être.
Possible mais difficile compte tenu du découpage électoral.
Il faut battre la campagne et cela la gauche doit savoir l'accomplir si elle ne l'a jamais su !
Nous ne sommes pas en 1981, nous sommes en Juin 2022.
Pendant que la macronie s'acharne, en un revirement pathétique, contre la NUPES, la droite traditionnelle devrait oeuvrer au rassemblement des droites et dire au RN, si vous voulez l'alliance contre Emmanuel Macron acceptez de traiter avec nous et Reconquête !
J'invite Christian Jacob à se souvenir que le président et je pèse mes mots a voulu tuer politiquement le parti les républicains et y est partiellement parvenu, bien que les derniers sondages vous soient favorables...
La menace est réelle.
L'adversaire, c'est la macronie.
Ni NUPES, ni RN, vous devez y penser et vous en souvenir.
Je soutiens Gérald Darmanin quant à sa version concernant la quantité de faux billets "déversés" sur la France.
Manifestement cela vient des Britanniques, il s'agit, ne nous leurrons pas, d'une tentative de déstabilisation de la France et de son président qui s'était engagé à suppléer l'involontaire défaillance de Petrograd pour l'organisation de cette finale européenne de soccer.
À 2000 ou 3000 euros le billet factice cela représente au bas mot la jolie somme de 2 milliards d'euros en fait d'escroquerie au passage.
Je doute qu'aucune organisation criminelle ait pu à elle seule organiser pareille affaire, non, des institutionnels occultes sont impliqués côté britannique et l'on peut s'étonner que ni Scotland Yard, ni les services du premier, Boris Johnson, n'ai eut vent, sans réaction aucune, d'une affaire de pareille envergure !
Il y a certainement complicité à haut niveau.
Il est étonnant qu'aucune enquête côté anglais ne soit diligentée !...
Ajoutons qu'une candidature Britannique pour remplacer St Petersbourg n'a pu voir le jour à cause de la célérité de notre président auprès de l'UEFA, et vous comprendrez aisément toute la rage qui a pu motiver cette violente charge contre la France et ses autorités. 🧐
Évidemment, on va me traiter de complotiste alors que le complot peut exister de la part de pouvoirs occultes.
Ce ne doit être de règle, ce peut être vrai.
Qui peut exercer un pouvoir occulte sur les intérêts de la France ?
Les partîsans de Charles d'Angleterre ou les services du premier ministre, Boris Johnson, par l'intermédiaire du MI 5 et MI 6 réunis. Tous deux sont à la recherche d'une légitimité qui leur échappe.
Légitimité politique s'entend...
Au détriment de la France...
À quoi pourrait servir ces deux milliards et la caisse noire ainsi constituée ?
À faire taire des gens comme moi !
Des opérations tout à fait clandestines et hors de tout contrôle démocratique de fait.
Autant dire qu'il s'agit d'argent jetée par les fenêtres.
Depuis la guerre de cent ans, perdue cela s'entend mais pas de tous, les anglais prétendent à gouverner les intérêts de la France, avec une certaine complicité de la république française pas toujours involontaire.
Emmanuel Macron dirait : "surtout, pas de scandale !"
Un esprit typiquement petit bourgeois, sans noblesse aucune, une noblesse que devrait posséder la France, une noblesse française cela s'entend !...
On parle aussi volontiers des voyous des quartiers français, comme s'il n'avait jamais été manipulés par le MI 6 britannique, des detrousseurs de gentils supporters britanniques.
La France étant infectée d'agents britanniques depuis la défaite innassumée de la guerre de cent ans.
On cherche à déstabiliser la France côté britannique.
France is back !
Ce qui n'est pas le cas du Royaume-Uni.
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