If you are looking for Glamour, Gadgets and Grissom you won't find them here. Forget what you think you know about 'Forensics', these are the tales of one man and his brush. Of course these views do not represent the views of any Police Force or indeed reflect any Force Policies ya da ya.

Monday, 11 June 2007

Overdue Poo.

Sorry not much of an update today and I'm conscious that it's been over 3 days since my last Post. (soon Sayonara will moaning at me again). Anyway I have had a busy weekend, Stag do Friday night, hangover Saturday, Gardening, Shopping and snoozing Sunday.

The nearest activity to forensic work this weekend was conducting my own line search of the lawn for dog poo before cutting it. Amazingly I'm useless at finding anything at home, be it car keys, that shirt I like, my lucky pants, any number of pens etc, and yet I'm trusted to find evidence in the minutest of forms at work! Perhaps if I was being paid by the hour I might have more luck, then of course I would have to string it out longer than necessary to get a bit of OT (oh no he didn't......)


Mr Mans Wife said...

Lol, I had to laugh when I read "lucky pants"! Mr Man has a pair of those too!

Did you find what you were looking for in the garden?

CSI:UK said...

Yes and lot of the stuff, I need to change the Dog's diet!

Sayonara said...

I would have complained just on principle, but since I am well acquainted with the horrors of the stealth poo and the creeping melter I think you deserve a reprieve.

Anonymous said...

Fuck the lot of you fuckers!!!

Whichendbites? Whichendshits more like. Bastard.

One day I shall run the bloody Met!!!