All the talk in the media about jail sentences for those caught carrying knives reminds me of a story one of our Sardinian friends told me.
A chef by trade, and a wide-eyed bundle of twitchy nervous energy at the best of times, he was working in a bar on the coast during the tourist season. Driving home to his loved ones in the early hours of the morning he was stopped by the police who insisted on looking in the boot of his car.
Within minutes he'd been arrested and was on his way to the local police station. For a short while he was flummoxed as to exactly what crime he'd committed. Until he remembered that among the large picnic blanket and gaffa tape stored in the trunk were the tools of his trade.
A very large, very sharp collection of kitchen knives!
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