It's a slippery slope we are on.
Among the array of my many splendoured talents is the fact that I am a fully trained custard occifer.
As such, I am considering the latest softly softly approach being pioneered by the Prison Service to improve my intel submissions.
Those of you trained in this fine art will shudder at the thought of me putting this aspect of the initiative ahead of the duty of care to the poor incarcerated souls (or should that be soles?), but on an average evening/night in the cell block it is hardly the Magnums and DM's traipsing down the corridors that are going to keep the incarcerated awake, more likely Mr McPished or Mr McHigh pounding on the cell door with his heid. Oh and of course there's always a Ms McBanshee.
Meanwhile, in Ruralshire the Duty Detective Inspector pays a visit to custody and is asked to remove his shoes first and replace them with the new standard issue.
© Chill Bill
Published by Toy Town™ Times
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