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Sticking with this whole 'ello 'ello 'ello theme, I never ina million years thought...
...I'd ever be a suspect in a murder investigation. But I was.
Wasn't me though, your honour. And they believed me....MWAHAHAHAhahahahaha...
Seriously though, had to give a swab for genetic fingerprinting, and sign a box to say I did not wish for them to keep my genetic code in their database so that they could, ahem "Eliminate me with ease in any future investigations"...Yeah, see, I don;t actually plan for this to be a recurring feature of my working day if that's OK?
Do they really have to destroy it and all trace of it in the database? How can you *really* know that they have?
Best part of this unusual event was the look on the faces of the lads who work next door when burly DCI Plod shows me his ID at the front door, asks to come in and states it's because he's "Investigating a murder". I've never seen so many ears prick up and eyes dart sharply since watching Watership Down. |
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