entry 66 - 11th March 02
A mini gathering at Geordie's.
When there was a gap in the conversation I recounted the events of the preceeding day, explaining how I'd become convinced that my Dave Bahan credit scam had been rumbled...
"I was sure I'd find my door forced open and a bunch of coppers in my flat," I said, "but it wasn't and there weren't."
"So how come they thought you were this Dave Bahan bloke then?" asked Tony.
"It just turned out to be their list from the electorial register," I said. "Dave was on it and I wasn't, so they had a spare name and a spare flat. They just put the two together. I shat myself for nothing."
"So what were they there for?" asked Tony.
"There'd been another fire," I explained. "There was one the week before. They still thought it might be down to the mad old Chinese woman who lives in the bottom flat, but they weren't ruling out arson from other quarters."
"Wha divvunt want to appear rude, pet," said Geordie, "but who tha fook would bother burnin' down that shitehole of a hoose?"
"I know," I replied. "But the coppers are treating this second fire a bit more seriously than the first. They wanted everyone's fingerprints."
"What? You didn't let them bloody take yours did you mate?" said Brendan.
"It didn't matter, they already had them," I told him. (I'd been caught in a stolen car five years ago). I added that the cops also wanted DNA swabs from my cheeks, but that I'd refused.
"How come they'd called in the dog unit?" wondered Tony. "Explosives sniffers?"
"No. I asked the copper about that. It's quite sad really. Apparently the dog had picked up some kind of really bad head injury. It was being taken to the vets around the corner in Brunswick Road."
"For an operation?" asked Suzie.
"No. They were going to put it down."