Well those crimes that might explain why I have been on the run for several days now. It is pouring with rain and I am standing on the side of a dark highway in the middle of nowhere with my snap brim Fedora pulled down over my face for protection. Fortunately an innocent young woman has seen me and stopped to pick me up. It's warm in the car and the wiper blades are having a hypnotic effect on my tired body. I catch a glimpse of my unshaven face and gaunt eyes in the rear mirror and wonder why the young lady seems to be so serene when someone like me is sitting beside her.
Inside the car there is only that warm glow from the radio and I feel myself falling asleep when the radio announcer utters those dreaded words: "We interrupt this programme of music to bring you a special announcement about a dangerous criminal, known as the "Vinegar Villain, who should not be approached, let alone picked up by naive young women who seem to have no fear of such characters standing in the pouring rain in an unshaven state and with gaunt eyes"
She looks at me sideways and her serene expression changes. I reach over and switch the radio off.........
God, I loved those old Hollywood dramas where designer stubble,rain and desperate characters like George Raft and Humph ruled the roost with no input from Gillette
pentaxuser .