Saturday, February 12, 2005

Time for Bye-Byes

He was only about five foot two, but he looked as if he had been around a bit, seen a bit of trouble in his fifty-odd years. He was clearly no stranger to being in a dock. He had pleaded not guilty to assaulting a PC and was being cross-examined.

"I put it to you" said the prosecutor "that you then punched the officer hard with your left fist".

"Never" came the reply. He held up a gnarled left fist. "This is me tapping hand". He then clenched his right fist and waved it at the slightly alarmed looking young barrister. "This is me putting-to-sleep hand".

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