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Dulltown, UK: Today's weather forecast will be for sloppiness drifting downwards through a grey, drab, puffy firmament. The sloppiness will splash as it hits the ground and onto the birdfeeders. Muddled deep puddles will be seen later in the day, one's steps should be watched.
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Yes, I'm still watching those TV, real life, crime solving, detective shows, whilst twanging a guitar. And I am still jotting down bits of voice-over and odd utterances from the cops.
Do you ever watch that one where a special team goes to places around the USA to reinvestigate and hopefully solve cases from years ago? Oh, what's it called!
Oh yes, it is Cold Justice.
It is quite an odd show.
The team of two visit some town somewhere, and join up with the local police officers, and try to solve a miserable, difficult ancient crime. What I find very odd with it, is that, when at the start, the couple meet up with the local cops - the cops nearly always turn out to be really fat. And when they go out to interview the suspects, and the witnesses of the crime, these people are almost all incredibly fat too. It seems like that in all the episodes that I've seen.
Oh, and the possible suspects in the case, from maybe fifteen or twenty years ago, who were skinny teenagers back then, they are all really round and fat now.
Goodness me!
Is this what America is like? Is everybody waddling about, and limping, on bad overworked legs?
Anyway, on to today's jotted down bits and pieces from a TV crime-solving story:
Despite their tireless efforts - to take matters into their own hands - an ever-more potent cure? - an IP address? - then the DNA finally came up - a match statistic? - longer than anyone would have liked - the justice that they would have earned - in the quadrillion? - the ugly pattern of stains - there was a pulse, in the room - it would be a good thing with him off the streets - they know murder, when they see it - the shattered circumstances - with the wrong man in prison - the whereabouts? - we all worked right through the night! - a tip line - the main focus - we finally swabbed him for DNA - but he was in jail at the time - he was a doting father - conclusive forensics! -deep-seated eyes - new hundred-dollar bills - the contents of the unusual box - nor remorse - no theory - finally, his alibi was shaky - the lab confirmed the grim reality - high velocity spatter - I slapped the cuffs on him! - the jury returned guilty - twenty-five to life...
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