“You can call the victim later,” the Judge reminded him. “No, Mr Weasley,” the Judge agreed, “You may use my room, Mr Allthwaite, Mr Memphis, if you would care to step through?”
We struggled through into the Judge’s office. Sex vedio “You try fucking remembering after twelve pints of Stella (Artois)” I replied, “Anyway it weren’t as if we patented it!”
“And are we to believe you took no pleasure from this?” he asked. “Not I sir, the CPS,” the Judge explained, “Take it up with them and Mr Allthwaite you are free to go!”
“Ta very much,” I said, “That hook and rope and that you had as evidence, can I have it back only we’re going pedo hunting again the weekend.”
“No Mr Allthwaite,” the Judge replied, “The curator of the Weatherfield Police museum has requested it for a exhibit in their forthcoming ‘War on Pedophiles’ exhibition.”
“Fair enough,” I said. “Get on with it!” Big Norman insisted. “No it fucking ent!” I said, “I was fucking elected on a promise to hang fucking pedos from lamp posts by their fucking bollocks,” I said, “Fucking elected democratically and that’s what I’m fucking doing!”
The whole chamber erupted in cheering, you could see the Clerks gob opening and shutting but no sound was coming out that I could hear. “The generic question is irrelevant Mr Weasley,” the Judge interjected, “Keep to the specifics of you don’t mind.”
“Yes your honour,”
