“Whoa! Where’s my pictures gone?” I stare dumfounded at dusty blank areas on the wall of the corridor into the Sexual Health Clinic—somebody’s nicked my pictures. I remembered painfully carrying them one by one from the car park from the boot of my own car with great difficulty. They were at least 4′0″×4′0″ heavy pine frames, and now some scurrilous scally has made off with them. It was now 7.30 on a Tuesday evening and none of the other staff who had left earlier had noticed anything missing. I told Security, who simply said to phone the police in …