This morning, I had to travel to Exeter for a meeting, and drove past the end of the roads to Branscombe, scene of recent piratical activity following the grounding of the good ship Napoli earlier in the week.
After flapping uselessly for several days while locals and strangers alike pillaged the goods on the beach and chucked rubbish all over the place, I am pleased to see that the Devon and Cornwall Constabulary are now taking charge - and police cars are guarding all the entrances to the village!
This is, of course, one of the most exciting things to have happened in this neck of the woods for several centuries: I may even have a blog about that over on meeja in a day or two: who knows?
My neighbours told me that someone rang up to offer three BMW gearboxes he had stolen; the chap in question was sent off with a flea in his ear. I hope they clutter his hallway and trip visitors up painfully for many years to come.
People seem to lose all sense of morality in the excitement of being part of a National Event. I suppose their lives are so mean that they need a boost to their self esteem. It's hardly like starving peasants salvaging goods in the C18th, is it?
25/01/07 @ 16:40