Now Musket, you know I wasn't in the same room as Betty - the janitor merely showed me the cutlery drawer into which she'd thrown up. Apart from the feet-washing episode (Jeez, her washing water stank a bit...), my only contact with her was the phone call just before her body-selling evening at Fleetwood. Oh, and the phone call next morning in which she declared she was taking half our bloody profits for that shrimp breakfast.

The bingo hall court case is on Tuesday morning by the way. Does anyone know how the bail system works?