Today I was acting for a client in one of the special ID suite police station in London. You get to make more small talk with the officers than in normal stations and its less adversarial. Whilst were doing our ID thing there is a thunderstorm. Officer says she has her bunnys in a run and they might get went even though they can run into their hutches. She mentions she has a buck whose getting very thin. Is he eating his Caecals I ask. His what? You know, the poo he eats. He eats his poo? Yes the smelly ones which look like chocolat plaits. No, never seen those. How does he eat them? Straight outta his bum. You are another solicitor from planet Tharg, she said with her eyes. How old is he? Six years. I'd get him to the vet if he is losing weight. Maybe next week came the reply.
The criminal justice sausage machine returned to "normal" operation after this brief interlude.
Adam
The criminal justice sausage machine returned to "normal" operation after this brief interlude.
Adam