Sometimes the natives of Knifecrime Island like to mix it up a bit and eschew the bladework for which they have gained worldwide renown. Take the case of 19-year-old Chantelle Amies, accused of poisoning a neighbor's three goldfish with bleach. In a staggering miscarriage of justice, Amies' trial was dismissed on the grounds that there was no evidence.
Susanna Chowdhury, prosecuting, said Amies' fingerprints had been found on a bottle of bleach in the house and on the fish tank.Hahaha, you don't say. Anyway, it's nice to have a frivolous little "crime" story coming out of Britain; the more serious ones can be pretty tough to take.But the court was told that although water in the fish tank had been taken by police they had not sent it away for analysis because it would cost too much money.
Philip Farr, defending, said they could not prove there had been bleach in the tank or whether the fish had been killed by bleach.
The prosecution called three witnesses to say they had smelled bleach in the fish tank.
But as no-one had seen what happened, the case collapsed.

Tomorrow: Chantelle Amies stabbed three times.
The prosecution just went on a fishing expedition.
Scales of justice.
Take the fish out BEFORE you clean the tank, honey.
Gimme back my alcohol
Gimme back my alcohol
The caudal does not appear to match the dorsal...
Also, I'm pretty sure most of society's ills can be summed up thusly, "But the court was told that although water in the fish tank had been taken by police they had not sent it away for analysis because it would cost too much money."
Has She got a mixed drink in that bottle as she heads into court? I wonder what it is? A life is a life is a life, she's a seaward.
Something smells Chowdhury.
We lived next door to some people who built an elaborate koi pond in their backyard. They were so proud of the damn pond and the giant, expensive fish they bought to fill it. About a week after the pond's debut, the fish disappeared. The neighbors blamed coyotes, but we noticed our cat looking extra fat and smirky.
JESUS CHRIST, Alex Balk. Why do you need me to hate the world?
Chantelle could not be reached for comment as she was busy with the old in-out to the strains of Ludwig Van.
Oi! That was a tolchock in the yarbles.