Minnie’s Musings

Now what’s-his-name has been caught and everyone and his mother has huffed and puffed with real and feigned outrage, the minister (oooops, sorry, Secretary of State no less) has fumed and two police forces have doubled the overtime bill for the weekend, it is time for some wanton speculation.

My curiosity has been piqued… How can a prison officer – presumably someone who will have been party to a canteen discussion or two on which news worthy criminal is gracing the cells this week and who might possibly have followed a news bulletin or two (especially when the location is down the road) – fail to recognise a man whose image and name has been all over the place for weeks?

Checking my knowledge of libel law by clearly flagging this as “opinion “ on an individual who hasn’t been named and therefore isn’t be publicly shamedI would be interested to know if Christmas presents have gone up a notch or two this year at chez prison officer.

Switching hats from conspiracy theorist to sanctimonious scion of society, one might argue that this is what can happen when a wad of cash is waved under the nose of an over worked, under paid, under
trained public servant trying to make a broken system work in the face of punishing cuts.

Anyway, this farcical episode has been a welcome break from speculating over how long the Gaza ceasefire will actually last, Prince Andrew’s personal housing crisis and which head of state DT has insulted, shouted at or greased the palm of this week.