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The true tale of his thirty years on the beat In 1952, more by default than by design, Harry Cole joined the Metropolitan Police. After a training of sorts he was posted to Carter Street Police Station in South London, and there he remained, beating the streets of Southwark as plain PC Cole, for thirty years. From time to time he put in for transfer - to CID or to traffic patrol - but these applications were always hilarious failures. The truth was, "I enjoyed being a policeman immensely, probably because I never took it seriously." Then halfway through his career the perfect job was created - that of community copper on his own home beat.
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