Monday, February 20, 2006
And he was doing so well...
Dave (the back)has a pet cat called "Folly" who he dotes on. He spent last Saturday night in the local police cells. He says he went round for a neighbourly chat with the builders next door and tell them about Folly. He was talking with one of them when Folly turned up. The builder (who just happened to be a sikh with a limited command of english) threw something at Folly, so (naturally) Dave hit him.
The result, one broken nose, the police turned up, Dave spent the night in jug and no doubt Folly wondered what all the fuss was about. Dave is on police bail to appear before the magistrate (do they still call them "beaks"?). I reckon he'll get "bound over to keep the peace", especially as his (legal aid funded) brief is putting in a defence of provocation and a possible counter charge of "Animal Cruelty". It's a good job Folly didn't get her teeth into the guy otherwise we might be dealing with something a whole lot worse (probably blood poisoning).
Poor Dave must be on a shorter fuse than I thought. I'll see what I can do to help him to help himself, but if he clocks someone else he is going to be in trouble. His size and appearance mean that everyone is going to assume that he is the aggressor, every time.
Meanwhile the black MZ is waiting for me to finally fit the front forks, put the loom back on and test the wiring properly. At least that should be some fun.
The result, one broken nose, the police turned up, Dave spent the night in jug and no doubt Folly wondered what all the fuss was about. Dave is on police bail to appear before the magistrate (do they still call them "beaks"?). I reckon he'll get "bound over to keep the peace", especially as his (legal aid funded) brief is putting in a defence of provocation and a possible counter charge of "Animal Cruelty". It's a good job Folly didn't get her teeth into the guy otherwise we might be dealing with something a whole lot worse (probably blood poisoning).
Poor Dave must be on a shorter fuse than I thought. I'll see what I can do to help him to help himself, but if he clocks someone else he is going to be in trouble. His size and appearance mean that everyone is going to assume that he is the aggressor, every time.
Meanwhile the black MZ is waiting for me to finally fit the front forks, put the loom back on and test the wiring properly. At least that should be some fun.