The recent television coverage of the Bain appeal, and his subsequent release on bail, has rather bemused me. A lawyer's comment to the effect that Bain entered prison a callow youth, and emerged a mature man, has been taken on board by TV3 news. We hear it with numbing frequency, though thankfully without causal implications.
Reinforcing these statements, we have been treated to a glorious stream of images and footage of Bain during trial in a dazzling array of Christmas Jerseys, presumably teamed with cords in natural shades. Contrast with his conservative suit upon leaving the chrysalis that was prison in Christchurch. Mature indeed.
I never really thought about why David Bain wore those appalling jerseys. I had some vague notion of well wishers and an older variety of trial groupie knitting into the night, supplying him with a complete tonal range of jerseys in Norwegian snowflake patterns. Though I love the idea, and the idea that he liked the jerseys so much he requested more, it has been put forward that the Jerseys (they get a capital now) actually came from the Police lost property box.
Oh. Of a sudden I think of my primary school days, desperately trying to lose those ghastly scratching cardigans in pastel shades. Every so often the lost property box would be dragged up and garments of shame displayed. Is this anyone's? No? Oh hang on, Mene, isn't that your name sewn in there? rats, foiled again...
Well, with the Dunedin Police, they had a sure out with David Bain - clothing taken for forensic evidence. They hand him that first fateful Jersey, realise they are onto a good thing, and soon jerseys must have swarmed into police lost property. I can't think of any other reason he only ever got christmas sweaters, never a polar fleece or brushed cotton shirt in sight.
Shame on you Dunedin police.
Still, its reassuring to think that you weren't spending all your time watching dirty videos.
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