Like a lot of people, I've been following the Oscar Pistorius farce - er, trial - in a loose way. It's hard to avoid the coverage and it's certainly a diverting story, but I haven't read up on it enough to be familiar with all the details of the case.
This is why I was surprised to learn today that, immediately after "accidentally" putting five bullets in his girlfriend while she was carelessly peeing in the style of a burglar, Pistorius rang a friend who owned a super-car dealership and lived forty miles away. According to the police timeline, his friend was on the scene in fifteen minutes.
Some cynical types are suggesting that this is evidence that something was fishy, but it could just be coincidence. Maybe his friend was in the area. Or maybe, through sheer random chance, he became the best advert for his own business in the history of the world.
I'm not saying anyone should ever exploit a tragedy, but if this guy doesn't start running the following ad in Pretorian TV then quite honestly he's missing a trick:
"Hi, I'm Dave Van der Watt from Crazy Dave's Motor Emporium! Has your friend just shot his missus?! Do you need to be here in a mathematically impossible time frame?! You could be on the scene and lying in mere minutes with the new Bugatti Alibi!"
I'm not even convinced that the fastest cars in the world could cover that distance, but I could be wrong. Maybe there needs to be some thorough testing of this by the relevant automotive experts...
"TONIGHT!! Richard Hammond shoots his wife..."
"Can I get there to lend a hand ahead of the boys in blue?!"
"Can James May hide all the evidence when the clock is ticking?!"
"...With the help of Dave from South Africa, we'll find out as we test drive the new Ferrari Perjury!"
Or, y'know. Maybe Pistorius is just full of shit.
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