I see that bad dog, Alfie, is out and is back home with his boss. I haven’t checked the whole piece so I’m not sure if all charges have been dropped or if he’s just out on bail pending further investigation.
Apart from the utter stupidity of this, one has to wonder how much such a sorry carry-on cost. Wot’s the betting the mob-handed raid was the result of five days of risk assessing and box ticking? Why not just send two fellows with a dart gun and a cage? Or a Taser? Or a proper gun?
Never mind; all’s well that ends with a wag and no doubt the next absurdity will be along in a matter of moments to keep us entertained.
Having said that, it could still all end in tears of course, so I do hope our security services are keeping Alfie under 24/7 surveillance as, despite his well documented love of football and the violin as a teenager, he may well have been radicalised, during his incarceration at the dog pound, by a gang of ne'er-do-well pit bull terrier-ists and who knows wot horrendous plans of revenge and mayhem maybe formulating inside that innocent looking cute canine cranium of his? My advice? If you see a white van that’s being driven erratically and see a fluffy little head sticking out the drivers-side window, possibly disguised with a little bow, dive for cover.
Quote; Chanakya.
“The serpent, the king, the tiger, the stinging wasp, the small child, the dog owned by other people, and the fool: these seven ought not to be awakened from sleep.”
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