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18.01.2005 – Tuesday 18 January – Cooktown Unplugged

• Your honour, my client maintains that he only went to town to pay his airfare. He maintains that he checked his mail, finding only a letter from Centrelink, necessitating a call to them tomorrow, before buying nachos from the Mad Cow Café, located within the supermarket complex. He maintains that he ate less than half the nachos, and that his mother ate the rest. My client is adamant that he then walked down to the wharf and sat watching a single small crab and several small yellow and black striped fish, prior to returning to the Mad Cow Café to purchase a standard sized milkshake, chocolate flavoured. My client asserts that he then made his way from the supermarket to Peter’s shop, which he entered and proceeded to converse with the proprietor about job opportunities and the direction he wanted his future to take, until another customer entered the shop. My client maintains that it was at this point that he left Peter’s shop and made his way to the library; however, my client makes it absolutely clear that he did not possess, nor notice, a lead pipe or a candlestick while in the library. Instead, my client spent his time reading a Footrot Flats comic. My client also wishes to make it known that, while he did initially forget to pay his airfare, he did remember before going home, and that it cost him seventy-eight dollars and ninety cents. Furthermore, my client wishes to inform your worship that he spent over an hour on the phone to his girlfriend, during which time he could not have left the conservatory.

Comment by DM – Wednesday 19 January 2005, 3:17 AM

  I appreciate the humour of an eatery calling themselves the Mad Cow Café.

Comment by jojo – Wednesday 19 January 2005, 1:41 PM

  i liked the references to cludeo. very amusing.

Comment by Rhett – Thursday 20 January 2005, 1:00 AM

  On what charge are you defending your client from?

Comment by Ned – Thursday 20 January 2005, 1:16 AM

  Murder in the sixth degree.

Comment by Mum – Saturday 29 January 2005, 9:05 PM

  Living with this super lative wit, is murder