Apologies for the lack of postage yesterday - Blogger was playing silly buggers when I got home and I couldn't be bothered to wait for it to fix itself.
I would have posted during the day, but I spent all day in court.
Fear not, dear surfers, for I was not in the dock, merely sitting through the day's business as a reporter.
It staggers me just how many people commit crimes in my small town. The public gallery was absolutely packed with people waiting for justice to decide their fate.
Most of these people, when appearing in front of the sheriff, chose appropriate clothing for the occasion. They wore white trainers, tracksuit bottoms and sweatshirts. Some had their headphones draped around their necks.
One gentleman (I use the term VERY loosely), when asked whether his name was John Smith, answered "sure am". Which went down really well with an already crabbit sheriff.
The crimes were, for the most part, drink driving offences and people who had been fighting in the street whilst drunk. One upstanding member of the community was brought before the sheriff for shouting at his wife and mother-in-law, telling them that they were "a pair of f***ing mongols".
If ever there was evidence to suggest that Darwin got things wrong, it's the 'people' in Scotland's criminal courts.
3 comments:
You forgot to mention da Bur-berry! ;0)
I really should have stopped in Scotland. :o(
Burberry doesn't yet seem to have extended its grasp as far as deepest, darkest Argyll yet Mirk! Nike and Adidas are still the labels of choice of teuchter neds.
Lindsey: Scotland's pros far outweight its cons, honestly!
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