Policing.

Gardai! Ur doin it wrong. You only need to go up to criminals and ask them if they are who you hope they are. Like this.
See? See how easy that is?
'Are you the shooter of the latest gangland shooting?'
'Yes.'
'You better come with me so.'
'Are you on the board of FAS? With all those lovely unlimited credit cards and trips and lovely lovely money?'
'Why yes!'
'You're under arrest for fraud you cheeky fuck, if it's good enough for Martha Stewert it's good enough for you.'
Oh it would be just so twinkly and delightful if they adopted the FBI route of just asking.
Anyway, happy Gingerday you. I'm going to some black tie gig with CG later this evening. This apparently requires me to take ANOTHER trip to the hairdresser to have my frankly wiggy wiggy wild wild west hair tamed into some sort of updo. I hold no confidence, specially since the lass who is doing it seemed rather appalled too. Oh it should be fun.
Labels: Blessed be the Gingers for theirs is the kingdom of marmalade.

