The Knife and Shepherdess Walk Police Station
When we lived in the Barbican, C used to help look after a house for female ex-prisoners in Hackney. I can’t remember what exactly happened, but I think I went over to the house one day and removed a rather large knife from one of the residents, who did have a reputation for violence.
Today, I was reminded of this story, when I took a 394 from the Geffrye Museum to the Angel at Islington and it passed up Shepherdess Walk.
The reason was that we were uncertain about what to do with the knife, so in the end I took it round to Shepherdess Walk Police Station and dumped it on the counter. The sergeant was uncertain what to do with it and asked me to take it away. However, when I told him where I’d got it from, he agreed to do something with it.
What he did I do not know, but I did know that there was no trouble at the house C ran!
I wonder what would happen today, if you walked into a police station and dumped a large knife on the counter!
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