..Baseball, anyone?

Today the news reports that my local police force is the most poorly funded in the country, with figures published ahead of a regionalisation propsal, stating the budgets for each force, broken down into £'s per head of each region's population for less mathematical people like myself. And my streets are the poorest streets. My force allocates £118.00 per year to deal with me. Fun. Good job I've only needed them once in almost 22 years, but how will I know if I recieved my £2,816's worth of Victim Support? Surely the pithy letter didn't cost that much to send- makes the banking charges look almost plausible.
That wasn't what I was initially going to write about, but the great thing about reading the news online is that it can provide a marvellous tangent and one forgets completely what one was going to say. Well that's it for me. As one believes absolutely everything one reads in the papers, the only course of action is to keep calm, carry on, wear sneakers, and carry a big stick. "I'm just off to play baseball, Officer..."