Ten Second Staircase

It was true that the city could still throw shadows filled with mystifying figures from its past, whose grip on the present could be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas.

Statistics show that the nature of English crime is reverting to its oldest habits. In a country where so many desire status and wealth, petty annoyances can spark disproportionately violent behaviour. We become frustrated because we feel powerless, invisible, unheard. We crave celebrity, but that’s not easy to come by, so we settle for notoriety. Envy and bitterness drive a new breed of lawbreakers, replacing the old motives of poverty and the need for escape. But how do you solve crimes which no longer have traditional motives?

I do not mind lying but I hate inaccuracy

I would hate to think of myself as normal. What’s the point of working your whole life if you end up having to do what other people want?

My instructions are disobeyed, my reputation has been irreversibly damaged, and my office wallpaper has been ruined.