Just FYI

[sefkhet]

I was the Red Cross duty officer at the last event at Durham's last remaining all-female college, at the summer ball in the term before St Mary's first undergraduate men were admitted, and not one single person was murdered. I checked someone out for a bang on the head at about two o'clock and I spent the rest of my shift, which went on until five o'clock in the morning, in the senior common room alternating between a Sebastian Faulks novel and cell biology revision. I never saw a single detective or scene-of-crime officer or forensic pathologist.

But speaking of forensic pathologists, this is a good time to mention that my love for Laura Hobson knows no bounds. (Yes, I was being snarky with that.)