"Affidavit"? Now you know Betty and her delusions. She told me in that phone call that she'd "signed an affidavit". Turned out she meant she'd communicated with a friendly deaf bloke called David. Mind you, I might have misheard her as she was using a bitten-off strip of big toe nail to pick bits of shrimp shell out of her dentures at the time.

This Bertha - will she want paying? The magistrate cleaned me out over the bingo hall damages claim this morning. Christian bastard. I have some lead from off of the church near The Three Fishes still if anyone knows a fence. The vicar got my registration, unfortunately, so does anyone urgently want to buy a J-reg Astra?