Mercoledì, 28 Aprile, 2004 | Posted by Detective Stevens at 06:18

It seemed to be the arse end of April. Winds blew and rain fell on barren ground. The city smelt like a slow moving truck. And the music that played from its radio was dirge like. More Leonard Cohen, definately not Abba.

I have learnt over the years that as a detective, you often have to think like this, because life is going to treat you like the Coyote out of Loony Tunes rather than the Roadrunner whom he so desperately wants to catch.

I am a big fan of Wile E. Coyote. I actually don't like that arrogant, snivelling Roadrunner at all. The Roadrunner is not realy a character. He is a Fashion Magazine model. All glitz and perfection, but no substance.

On the other hand Wile E. Coyote is someone with depth. He and Foghorn Leghorn are the best drawn characters of of the series.

Wile E. is everyman. He tries hard.

He follows his instincts. He tries his hardest to make sure that everything is right. All the planning has been done.

But then everything always turns to shit. The universe and those confounded ACME products conspire to turn on him.

There you go. A bit of philosophy on this butt of a day where the sky is falling and it seems that allwe need is Chicken Lickin to come running through the Station shouting doom and destruction.

I pick up my ACME model gun, ACME pad and pen and place them in my ACME Police-Issue coat and wander off into the night to see what Rhumbaland holds in store for me. As I rummage amongst my desk a large drawing pin embeds itself into my finger.

I hold up a sign. It reads: "OUCH".