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Another night of antics at Score! And for once somebody left me lost for words - Simone, your medal is in the post.

The photos are now up in the galleries  and up on Facebook for those that wish to play tag.

And here is one very good reason why! Thanks for the photo Rebecca.

Which is a shame, as the Times letters page would be far more entertaining if they encouraged submissions like this one from their website.

The question of whether the penguin is a fish has vexed scientists for years. My own theory, having read my Dawkins, is that penguins are descended from a shipload of French waiters who took a wrong turn at Chile and were stranded in Antarctica.

By way of experiment, visit an ice floe, set up a dining table and shout “Garcon!” Notice that the penguins will studiously ignore you. Try it again with a large denomination banknote tucked in your buttonhole and prepare to be trampled in a penguin stampede.

David Soloman, Salisbury, England

And why am I putting rubbish photos up on here? Although some might say that happens frequently and this is not in fact a special occassion, but it is - Today is the first time in 6 weeks our rubbish will be being taken away.

Last night was the first night out I have had out in a long time and I should definately do it more often. I may not have had a hangover this morning, but I know that I had a great night out. There was only one thing less than ideal about the night and I woke up in bed with a reminder of it - No it wasn’t a woman! I did get a few offers, but after seeing what one of them did with my truncheon, I decided that they could keep it, but that was all of me they were getting!

It was another part of my costume that provided the most entertainment though, the handcuffs and it was these I woke up in this morning, clad only in a pair of boxers - Fortunately for me however, I was not attached to a lamppost, but curled up in bed.

I wasn’t wearing them by choice though. It was out of necessity, as I couldn’t take them off last night when I came in. Indeed thanks to a repair job gone wrong, I had been unable to extricate myself from them for most of the night, as the end I had put on me was locked tight with superglue - Why couldn’t it have been on the end I put on someone else?

Just to explain I am not a complete idiot, whilst I repaired the cuffs with super glue I was careful enough (or so I thought) to keep the glue away from the locking mechanism. Additionally I gave it 20 minutes before I put the cuffs on checking that they still moved freely and whilst there was a little stiffness I put that down to the cuffs being put back together tightly.

So I put the cuffs on, played with them and I made an arresting sight in my full outfit. About an hour later though when in the pub I decided to take off my handcuff that was connecting me to my handbag and realised I had a slight problem…

Of course it only took a few moments, before everyone else around the table noticed my problem as well and I have to admit they were surprisingly sympathetic, unlike some other friends I approached for advice on removing handcuffs after I had got home. To be fair the advice I was given was sensible and might have actually worked, except for the minor fact I wasn’t locked in handcuffs, I was glued into them.

Luckily this morning when I got up I trusted myself to use a screwdriver as a lever and force them open, after my first plan of using a solvent to disolve the glue had failed. As you can see in the picture at the top, the metal gave up before the glue did.

So readers I ask you, who is more stupid - The man who gets locked up in handcuffs by someone else or the man who glues himself into a pair? After all the first is stupid enough to not only commit a crime, but actually get caught BUT the second is stupid enough to get himself stuck in handcuffs.

For ideas on escaping (non glued) handcuffs have a look here.

Still not feeling particularly well I decided to have tonight off from taking photos at Glamorgan Uni, however I am well enough to get dressed up for a night on the town and patrol the streets as WPC Q.

I have to admit though I know I look good dressed up, but I feel naked without my camera - This will be the first night out I’ve had in a few months where I will not have been carrying a camera.