David Rowland joined Brighton Police in June 1958 and served with
the force until February 1985. During those 27 years he was a beat
policeman, a dog handler, a driver and a radio and teleprinter operator,
as well as playing a significant role in the local branch of the
Police Federation. Well known for his local books on military themes,
he here tells some colourful stories about life in the police force
during a social era which has passed - and he is not afraid to make
some harsh criticisms along the way. He was involved with many famous
incidents and met his share of the famous and notorious. Was he
a Dixon of Dock Green character or a Sweeney type? Read the book
and judge for yourself!
Here is an excerpt from the book, which recounts a Beatles concert
in the Middle Street Hippodrom in 1964:
"It was soon time for the Beatles to go on stage, and at a
signal I moved out into the theatre and the extremely noisy auditorium.
I took my place in the front with about a dozen colleagues, looking
out at a sea of faces, shouting out their favourite Beatle's name,
each one trying to shout louder than their friends. The announcer
then called out each name: 'George, Ringo, John and Paul, The Beatles!'.
Then with a great crescendo of noise, the curtains opened and there
they were in their familiar suits and haircuts, their own distinctive
look. The screams from the young audience raised a number of decibels,
and was truly deafening. It was impossible to hear the Beatles playing
their familiar hit songs. The temperature inside the theatre was
stifling, and many young girls fainted and needed first aid. Many
of the young audience had become so excited that they had wet themselves.
Although everyone had a seat, no one was sitting down: everyone
was standing to get the best possible view.
While the band played their very famous and popular songs, items
continually flew from the audience onto the stage. There was the
usual hail of jelly babies, thrown with some accuracy by the screaming
girls. These were followed by a huge number of dolls, then programmes,
toilet rolls and screwed up paper, on which were scribbled messages
addressed to the group. We knew that at some point the girls would
charge down the aisles and try to get onto the stage. We were ready,
and when it happened it was easy to stop them. They were told to
return to their seats, but none did, probably because they couldn't
hear what we were saying, added to the fact that they didn't want
It took several days before my hearing returned to normal, and I
was actually worried that it had received long-term damage. Deep
down, however, I was as excited as some of those 4,000 young people
who had made up the audience."