Don’t worry, I’m not going to talk about a certain Falkirk MP - more than enough words have been written about him already, although my own apathy towards naughty politicians won’t stop more paragraphs being churned out over the coming weeks.
No, I’m going to talk about something far more dangerous – even more deadly than flawed elected representatives – affecting the UK.
Guns – and the folk who fire them.
Sadly, armed response teams are nothing new in Britain. If the criminals have got guns then “who ya gonna call”, right?
The thing is, I’ve read a few reports on last Saturday’s shooting in Culcheth, Cheshire, and not one mentions the criminal gang being armed - police actually “refused” to say if the victim was armed.
Hopefully it will emerge officers had good reason to discharge their firearms and take a man’s life – if there ever is a good enough reason to kill someone – and it doesn’t turn out to be a tragic “error” or “accident”.
I worked in the Cheshire area in a little town called Congleton for nearly two years at the turn of the century and the most dangerous thing I had to face was eating too much beinstick from the local bakery.
More crime now. To the joker who pinched the passenger-side wing mirror off my car, I say this - you don’t need to break a mirror to get seven years bad luck pal. During a late night session with my AC/DC and Black Sabbath albums, I put in a special request to the powers-that-be and let’s just say life won’t be going very well for them.
The Gods of Metal will turn things all the way up to 11 until you make amends. Look into the mirror you nicked last weekend and reflect on this.