Perhaps you've heard of Bury St. Edmunds, perhaps you haven't. It's a beautiful market town in Suffolk or at least it was. It has an ancient Abbey, now a cathedral, and a lovely hotel, the Angel, along with a tiny pub which pays homage to a mummified monkey.
Debenhams, you may recall, attempted to take the town over and were cursed. But that was then, this is now. Bury has become a dangerous place, a kill zone.
Try not to splutter and choke on your drinks, it's true. David and Edward King, father and son, weren't happy with serial bicycle riding thief Neil Charles, so they took him out with a faux samurai sword and a commando knife. Take that, scumhead.
Charles, you see, had messed with the wrong boys, who sallied forth when the bike riding perp was caught on the King CCTV system. Quick, they thought, let's take that fkr out, and so they did, stabbing the lowlife and chasing the ciderhead crim off their property.
Bury's two-bit tackhead crim subsequently died of his wounds. Oh dear. The Kings have been sentenced to decades of gaol time for murder vigilantism. So what's the score?
Were the Kings right to take out the pestilent thief who terrorized their dismal rural welfare project, or were they wrong? I call right, free men are able to defend their property but... samurai sword, commando knife? Maybe the Kings belong in the lockup too. Sayn.
Law & Order,
LSP
