- Aug 9, 2001
My old force's Senior Investigating Officer was a tough old Jock who was not averse to a tipple. One day he was called to the scene of a murder. He was studying the body of the victim when his bleary eye detected a mynah bird in a cage near the deceased. Turning to his bagman he asked, "Does that fuckin' bird talk?" Baffled, the DC responded, "Er, yessir." Back came the peremptory order: "Well, get a fuckin' statement aff it!"