I hope he wasn't, but as Al said, they don't investigate/raid houses if there's nothing to investigate *for*. I'm worried for my flatmate though. She had a nasty argument w/ somebody once, & like me she hates confrontation. She had a lil bag w/ Cliff's likeness on, & she was clutching it to her as if she thought he'd come to life, put his arms round her & tell her everything would be all right.

What does one do when part of one's life is tangled in the dread yew tree's poison branches?? Do you carry on listening to them?? Do you throw their stuff out/smash it up, vowing in deep sobbing tears never to listen to it again, & denying your lifelong enjoyment of their work ?? How do you fill the gaping hole in your life ??