Meekford took over and Wood decided that this was the perfect moment to slip away for two minutes. And so he did, but oh how unfair! As he made his way over to the toilets, he passed a shed and could hear a muffled shout. But if he'd open the door now, he would have to ask questions and make a report and all that, and that would take longer than his bladder could suffer.

And so he returned, three minutes later, much more relaxed, and opened the door. A very angry looking youth sat on the floor in his underwear, tied and gagged, with a headwound. "Mr. Meekford!" he shouted, and he walked over to untie the poor guy.