It has come to my attention that a committed Deaconophile of this cyberspace did, on the eighteenth day of August in the year of our Lord two thousand and Five, park his automobile of questionable taste on lines of two and yellow. As well as attracting the envious glances of the local hairdressers the illegally parked automobile was spotted by one of our nations great Parking Wardens, who, with great flourish and expertise, did issue one Fixed Penalty Notice. It is alleged a wry smile crept over the warden’s face as he signed the document: Inspector Deacon
