I think I have a Home Affairs Pelican out here in front of me. He’s been cruising my bit of river front here for a few days .. pretends to be catching stuff, fish .. but I dunno. The boys have warned me about Home Affairs chappies wandering about dressed as wild-life. They say a truck hit an Auroch out on the highway a couple nights ago with a couple of public servants in it. And they tell me, Aurochs don’t eat public servants .. not usually. Nod, nod, wink, wink.

My watcher, the Pelican, doesn’t have a fishing rod. You can see how this makes me suspicious. Occasionally this other fella wanders up to it – my Pelican – and they have a chat – about fishing no doubt. This fellas all dressed up as an Egret. Looks good! .. nearly choked himself to death when he actually caught a fish in the dark earlier. I think Pete needs to put a bit more work into their training or we’ll suddenly have Aurochs down here plunging their beaks into the mud pretending to be fishing .. Hang on, the Home Affairs Pelican’s sneaking up the bank below me .. saw me writing, I’ll bet .. he’s a terror, I imagine he’s a he, can’t imagine Home Affairs hiring girls to do this sort of job. Well, I can’t imagine them allowing the girls to wear their lapel pins anyway …

“Crime in sufficient volume creates its own momentum and alters the moral landscape, recreating success as getting away with it and failure as getting caught.”