trial and error

So there I was, going through a court trial for assaulting and 2 old cranks. (I had nibbled a tea biscuit into the shape of a yacht, and they were rudely uninterested).Sitting in the dock listening to piles of kak, hearing the same sympathy mantra over and over, when I got the sudden urge for the world of buscuits. Luckily I had smuggled some rocky robins in the court and was able to have a sneaky munch when the judge was busy planning his latest rent boy liaison. Unfortunately I was found guilty of one of the assaults, but boy those rocky robins taste great anywhere.