Number 50- Words of wisdom, and a few too many sherbets
Something a little different today, as it’s been a long week full of thrills, spills, and indeed spectacular triumphs over Greater Manchester Police who single handedly failed to get my client convicted. Oh yes, can’t beat it when a bench of Magistrates don’t believe the evidence of 5 police officers! Given that they didn’t believe my client either (as the dopey little twerp had managed to completely change his story between 9am and 12), I’m afraid that I really must take the credit.
I’m sorry, there is no other explanation. Fact.
On top of this superb example of my advocacy skills, this is the 50th post to be published on the site. There are a few other posts in the mental fermentation tanks, but they are not fully matured or worth putting up yet. Anyway, 50 not out. Can’t complain!
So it tied in quite nicely by allowing me to post (or get TechnoScouse to post) this video. No it’s not me before you ask.. but he looks like he’s been celebrating something nearly as cool as my trial victory! (see bottom of post)
I also thought I would share the words of wisdom that echoed through Smoking Monkey Mansions this morning. I was up trying to find a client’s number (who I will probably refer to in the future as he’s already a total pain in the arse), when I hear this majestic cry eminating from the bedroom:
“Hun… I’ve got a brilliant idea!”
Now this is usually a signal that I am going to need a notebook to write down some of the greatest philosophy since Plato. I was not disappointed
“We should fit solar panels to turtles… they travel round the world in the sun, and then when they die we could use them as batteries.”
I don’t think that really needs much more said.
She then went off on one saying how Mike Shinoda had been in a cupboard in her dream, and romantically played the theme music from Final Fantasy for her.
In return, I am having a healthy breakfast. My definition of healthy being that I am in better condition than the pig that has been sliced, diced, and minced to appear on my plate. Relatively speaking, I’m in perfect health!
