Diary of a former Bow Street Runner

...crocodile tears! And the judge fell for it. Makes you proud to be British, doesn't it?

It's very amusing to sit on the other side of the world and observe the remnants of what used to be a system of protecting people and bringing offenders to justice slowly collapse in on itself through its own lunacy. These stories are a great cure for any residual feelings of doubt about emigrating!

And so that country continues to hurtle towards its own destruction, teetering on the edge of widespread civil catastrophe and institutional breakdown. I predict this within ten years the way thing are over there now. In the interim, the 'nation', whose identity is formed around a distinct lack of one, has not quite fallen into the abyss yet, but its not doing much to save itself either.

When it finally does go, with a whimper rather than a bang, will the rest of the world even notice? Ingerlund certainly seems to exist in its own parallel universe of morality, justice and logic these days...
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