Certainty of Identity
15:42pm on 27 April 2015
At the Police Station, Hummers Green.
'Stop it there,' the Chief Inspector barked.
'That's her. That's your prime suspect.'
So I stopped the clip after only eleven seconds.
The Chief Inspector continued:
'About eighteen years old, that fits;
A woolly hat with pink and orange bands, that fits;
A pale pale green anorak with a black stripe right down the arm, that fits;
A sharp nose, shaped like a chisel, that fits;
Light brown hair, blown freely by the breeze, that fits;
And a permanently smiling mouth, as if recalling Peter Kay in an episode of Car Share, that fits.
So that's her - definitely. Go get her.'
'Only two problems,' replied the gruff tones of the short fat detective,
with a 30 mm black moustache,
who smelled like a dozen dandelions that had been crushed
under the leather sole of an Oxford shoe,
'that film was made last year, before the crime took place.
Also, the other characters are some comedians from that
organisation 'Future Minds' or something like that.'