Wow, so two teenagers have received life sentences for, as the judge put it, "feral thuggery". (BBC link - Sophie Lancaster murder). I'm not going to summarize the case here.
There's another 'out of nowhere' case in the papers - Google A. Joseph and R. Whelan. But that phrase covers up whatever failings were involved, just as the passive "mistakes were made" has come to replace "we made mistakes".
Anyway, my prompt was bumping into my old associate, Oriel's ex-barman. Will not name him here. He now has a lease on his own pub in an Oxford suburb; he's the license-holder. So, he should be on top of the world, yes?
No: he's much quieter than I remember him. He's lost that expansive, trusting friendliness. He's gained a six-inch, curved wound crossing the scalp over his frontal and parietal bones. Oh, and an A&E haircut, accessorized with staples. The result of a "customer" with a >12inch knife.
Human behaviour; what's that about?
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