This is a deliciously obscure story from my local paper, Gloucester’s The Citizen:
Suspicious incident involving men in black robes and small hats
A suspicious incident involving four men in black robes and small hats has prompted a police warning in Wotton-under-Edge.
The incident happened outside Katharine Lady Berkeley’s School on Wotton Road at around 5pm on Sunday May 19.
The victim, a 17-year-old from Kingswood was walking towards Wotton when a small dark car, thought to be a maroon Ford Ka drove up and down Wotton Road.
The victim then quickly turned along an alley way and jumped over a hedge. As he looked back he saw four men in the car.
The men in the Ford are described as black, wearing black robes and possibly small hats on their heads. One of the men is described as very tall, thought to be over 6ft tall.
Anyone with any information about the incident is asked to contact Gloucestershire Police on 101, quoting incident number 335 of May 19.
You can also give information anonymously by contacting the charity Crimestoppers on 0800 555 111
So far the only explanation that has been offered are:
@steve4319 Victim? Of what?! A drive-by spooking?—
James Clay (@j_s_clay) May 23, 2013
@quarsan Sounds like someone's accidently spotted the back entrance to Hogwarts. @steve4319—
Unity (@Unity_MoT) May 23, 2013
If you have a more plausible explanation I would love to hear it…










Losing count
Speaking to no-one in particular, he says she’s spoken for,
but wanting something more her young heart breaks in two,
inside himself, to no-one else, he tells her that she’s the one,
but it’s been too long since he has spoken these three words.
Back home, she opens her mouth, and his anger and fists begin to rise,
she closes her eyes, and tries to hide, to put all of this out of her mind,
she pictures in her mind’s eye the softer touches of other calmer nights,
as she reaches out, with pleading in her eyes, he reacts back, and
That was that. .
The morning after, her cheeks are bruised and smudged with mascara,
she goes to work and thinks of nothing but him and her cracking heart,
she knows her mind is crumbling and it’s not just her bodies that suffering,
there and then, she says, enough is enough, I won’t take this no more.
He stops in his tracks, he’s been walking the streets running from himself,
his mind is dwelling on the job he doesn’t have, and his fists are swollen,
He stops and stares, but does not dare, to dwell on his aching heart,
that is overflowing with the shame. Who is this man that he has become?
With his body numb, and this thought dwelling on his mind, tears starts roll,
down go his defences and down goes the possibility of carrying on as if nothing,
is going down. His hands tremble and his legs give way. Sitting there slumped,
he knows he can’t get much lower, and so he too decides to lift himself up.
Staring at her own front door she resolves that she’s worth something more,
turning on her heel she takes hold of herself and her trembling hands,
she strides with small steps away from her house and her home, all alone,
she walks and turns the corner of her street and her life and resolves that,
never again will he cause her mascara to streak….
Turning his keys, he realises his hands are shaking and his stomach is turning,
with flowers in hand, bought with an empty wallet he wipes away his tears,
stepping over the doormat, he resolved this would be the fresh start they need,
he drops his car keys onto an empty hallway table where her car keys should be.
The silence engulfs him. Finally, whispering to no-one, he says those three words,
she’s the one, and there and then, his heart starts to break in two.
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