Not so Pablo, so an old friend told me. Every copper who was a member of the borough police had a stint on the dock's division. Manning the podium was one of the chores everybody shared. I believe it was quite a pleasant one too. Particularly when the ladies of the night, who frequented the Duke of an evening, placed a pint or two of bitter at the feet of the copper in the podium: just to quench his thirst during an arduous shift, so I understand.