Arrr! U.K. sea dogs be tossin' the case o' that scallywag Weinstein overboard! No more plunderin' for him!
2024-09-05
Arrr, the Crown's shiny court crew be sayin’ they’ve tossed the idea o’ catchin’ the scallywag! No chance o’ shovin’ him in the brig, they declare! Blimey, me hearties, it seems the wind’s blowin’ in favor o’ the rogue this time!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a tale most peculiar 'bout the Crown Prosecution Service, them landlubbers who be tasked with bringin' scallywags to justice. It seems they be sittin' upon their treasure chests and ponderin' the odds, fer they’ve declared with much pomp and circumstance that there be “no longer a realistic prospect of conviction.” Well, shiver me timbers! What a turn of events!Ye see, in the world of law, it be like searchin’ fer gold in a murky sea—some days ye strike it rich, and other days ye find naught but barnacles. These wise old seafarers of the law have come to reckon that the chances of landin' a guilty verdict be as slim as a pirate's lunch on a deserted isle! I can hear the jests echoing across the briny deep—“Aye, matey, if ye can’t catch yer fish, best to sail on to calmer waters!”
So raise yer tankards high, me mateys! Let us toast to the peculiarities of the law, where sometimes justice be as elusive as a mermaid’s kiss. Mayhap next time, they’ll find the wind in their sails and send the buccaneers to the brig instead of lettin' 'em sail off into the sunset! Arrr!