(expression in my original lingo to be understood only by Anto Dust and circa other 300.000 people)
Anyway, the last piece of news is that today Peter totally outdid himself and went to the Crown Court in Gloucester (where he had to be sentenced for the famous drunk driving of last summer) proudly carrying a packet of crystal meth in his coat pocket. The packet was soon found by the cops as soon as the likely lad arrived at the court and checked in at the security desk. I guess he's still in custody.
The only thing I can say about this is... that I nearly killed myself laughing.
Here we are. I'm starting to laugh again.