You have to be of a certain age to remember this particular beat combo, and indeed have a certain predilection for the less talented members of that set to have enjoyed their tunes, but the name conjures something for me. Unfortunately not enough for a full two hundred words of unpleasantness. I am slipping!
Beaky has decided to postpone my date with destiny tomorrow, probably in the light of some real criminal matter the police have stumbled across whilst harrassing decent members of the public. I was called this evening by a clerk of the court to tell me that my presence tomorrow would be a mere formality, due to the fact that my case was being bumped. The CPS or the Peelers could stand as Dozy. Both bodies are admirable candidates.
Mick and Tich could stand for the two unfortunates who bundled me into the back of a Black Maria recently, both of whom have sworn in their statements that I am five foot six tall. I may not play basketball, but I don't think I am old enough yet for my backbone to have contracted four inches. It just proves that police not only look younger, but they appear shorter too. They can only be mentally adjusting their own diminshing physical prowess to those of their innocent victims. I make no overt comment on their mental prowess...
..Losing another day's pay because of these halfwits has put me in a great mood. You may have heard of contempt of court, but trust me, when I do eventually get to speak, there will be plenty of contempt in court.
I can see no option but a custodial sentence the way I am going! Sadly, I have to finish by noting that Dave Dee was not only an ex-copper, but a JP in his later years. You see, I can always round this off somehow!!
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