I can't repeat it word for word as it went for ages.
It is interesting that our local cafe across the road is also a haunt of the detectives of the homicide and drug squads from the nearby police station.
I would never stoop to eavesdropping of course, but I can't help overhearing conversations, as I did today.
They were talking about various criminals dating back to 1969. One 'd' was visiting from interstate and I missed what city, but it was 34 degrees there today.
The local one was bitching about force command, unusual I expect. He did not want to climb the management ladder. He prefers hands on work.
One day I am going to hear something very relevant to a current media story. Of course I could not pass that on to my readers as may jeopardise an operation.