December 26th, 2009

In the ….

Posted in The Job - General by 200

The best case of poetic justice I’ve heard for some time comes from a story in the Telegraph last week.

A suspected thief in Somerset who is alleged to have been trying to steal a tractor from a farm in Bridgewater. He was spotted driving the vehicle across fields by the farmer & fled in darkness through the farm.

Alerted by cries for help the farmer found the thief up to his neck in slurry. It took fire crews an hour to pull him out.

The farmer said: “If we hadn’t been there he would have died & that’s not a nice way to go.”

I expect the local officers were fighting for a place at the back of the arrest queue.

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6 comments

  1. Fee says:

    Up to his neck in slurry? I can’t think of a better place for him.

    December 27th, 2009 at 09:21

  2. Tony F says:

    I think I would have left him there.

    December 27th, 2009 at 15:14

  3. bill says:

    I suppose I should face it, the world is not yet ready for us Cornish . . .

    http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/6671012/Man-with-sexual-fetish-for-slurry-jailed.html

    December 27th, 2009 at 18:48

  4. anon says:

    Given the huge accumulation of slurry on Bill’s blog, I am nevertheless surprised at his immersion in the fetish and agree

    “….the world is not yet ready for us Cornish . . .”

    December 27th, 2009 at 19:50

  5. MarkUK says:

    And he had no paddle, either!

    December 27th, 2009 at 22:00

  6. bill says:

    @ anon, ‘immersion in the fetish.”

    Knockout!!!

    As for Bill’s blog; I don’t have one.

    However, if it was just a typo and you were referring to “Bill’s BOG”, then you’re on the money!

    December 27th, 2009 at 23:24

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