CSI Ancoats
Back in March my car was broken into while I was doing my show at the frog, and my projector and screen were knicked.
Despite being bloody annoyed and having to clean up broken glass before driving home, I noticed a small disgusting gobet of snotty phlem on the drivers seat…and it wasn’t mine.
I don’t watch the show CSI, but being the ’slightly detched from reality’ person I am it occured to me that if I wiped it up and kept it safe the police could do a DNA test on it to find the culprit.
They came round the next day and dusted the car for prints as a matter of course, when I told them about my bit of snotty evidence and I don’t know if they were amused or intrigued at my attempts to be a forensic detective, but they humoured me and swobed the snot with their special police dipper-probe thing.
And a few weeks later they got a match. And they caught him. And they charged him.
TAKE THAT MANCHESTER CRIME!
The police agreed I was lucky, they don’t always catch the pettiest of thieves, but did commend my presence of mind, which help catch the bugger. Hurray!