Deception by Curry.

Once a week, Mr Vett enforces the 'curry clause' also known as the weekly colon cleansing. The cermony is a special one involving all things spicy. The rubber stress chicken (who is changing his name via deed poll next week) is rather jealous that we do not invite him on Chicken Korma night. He would be quite upset to learn take real chicken and through a time honoured process turn it into rubber.

More specifically, my dear chicken is performing guard duty this evening... watching the world go by from what ever nook or cranny the soon-to-be-late Dr James Moriaty has chosen for his hiding place. It becomes a daily routine: get to work, chicken is gone. Check the fridges, check the microwaves, check the freezer. Check the dishwasher... nope. Ok, check the roof. Check the freezer again. I was unfortunately caught in the act of hunting out my poor chicken this morning and a colleague suggested that the act of kindapping a chicken bordered on harassment. Yes, my dear, I am going to have Dr Moriaty aprehended on suspicion of cruelty to rubber animals! Hmm... it would be amusing... I just need a friend on the force.

Mr Vett knows how to use the force, but I think that being a Jedi is somewhat different to blackmailing police. When you think about it though... both would be acts of 'using the force'.

And so the chicken lives on to seek revenge another day.

The time fast approaches.

Watch this space.