Friday, March 25, 2011

The Young Constable "The Water Bed"

* a collection of stories and memories, in no particular order, from the life and times of John Clarke, who served as a policeman in the Australian Police Force, a great practical joker, he also had a great affinity with people and wildlife, was a champion swimmer, snooker player, loved golf, still loves fishing and is also an artist. I hope you enjoy his recollections - cheers, karin (his daughter)
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The young constable is one of the Century's innocents.  He has no malice in him.  He goes about his business in a quiet and private way, it's just that life's circumstances and strange and weird incidents have a habit of catching up with him. The young constable's father was amazed when he reached the age of 21, and why this is so, we just don't know except we must think that similar stories to those related here must have been occurring during the YC's  lifetime prior to him reaching his majority. Whenever I'm absent for a time one of the first questions I need answered on my return is whether any further Young Constable stories have occurred in my absence. These are some of the stories about the Young Constable that come to mind.  I have written them down as they are too good to allow them to be forgotten.
John Clarke
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The YC was living in Tweed Gardens in a 25 story highrise on the edge of the Tweed-Coolangatta Golf Course.  He was living with two other female police officers, on the eleventh floor of the building which was brand new at the time and quite luxurious.

The YC purchased a beautiful water bed, lugged it up to the 11th floor and rigged it up in his bedroom, got the hose in, connected it up and turned it on full boar.  The instructions said it should be filled in an hour or so, so the YC made his lunch and settled down in front of the TV.

Several hours later, the YC awoke with a terrible feeling that he had forgotten something.  He raced into the bedroom of which most fo the space was taken up by what appeard to be a large hot air balloon.  Water in the bedroom was ankle deep.

The YC immediately began to siphon water our the bedroom window with the hose, but unfortunately the streams of water went through the windows of the units below.  The water on the floor of the bedroom seeped through eleven floors to the basement ruining eleven floors of bedroom carpets.

The YC made the lists on the insurance company's annual report that year and soon after, left Tweed Gardens to the girls.

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