“I’m here to assist you in filling out your form,” said the guy behind the desk, “What’s your name?” he begun.
“Carl,” I replied.
“… and your surname?”
“Pardon?” he queried.
“It’s a long story. I know it’s a number, but I like it. It rolls off the tongue.”
I smiled, a bit nervously. He looked unmoved, and after a short pause returned to his paperwork. The guy wasn’t the Gestapo, but he wasn’t exactly full of fun, either. He was in the middle, I supposed.
“Its not often we get numbers for surnames, sir. That’s up to you, though,” he said without raising his head, “Can I have your title, please?” Continue reading
I have received a heartfelt but hypothetical cri de couer from Glasgow Paul. He would clearly be a troubled man if it were true.
I will leave him to tell you his tale. Something about it seems vaguely familiar…
Let us assume for a minute that I am a petty thief. I have a record for various offences and have been punished on several occasions for my crimes.
It now turns out that I am being accused of murder year after year for about the last ten years! I have a lot of friends however whose income is dependent on me remaining at large. I also bring a lot of income to the country as I and my friends spend a lot of money travelling around from July to May each year. Continue reading