Shut It!

Blimey, even Regan in the Sweeney used to give stories to the News of the World on a nod and a wink. The Leveson Inquiry may never end.

Det. Insp. Jack Regan: I sometimes hate this place! It's a bloody holiday camp for thieves and weirdos - all the rubbish. You age prematurely trying to sort some of them out. Try and protect the public, and all they do is call you fascist. You nail a villain and some ponced-up pinstripe Hampstead barrister screws it up like an old fag-packet on a point of procedure, then pops off for a game of squash and a glass of madeira. He's taking home thirty grand a year, and we can just about afford ten days in Eastbourne and a second-hand car. It's all bloody wrong, my son.

Lord Justice Leveson: Right. We'll rise now and resume at 1.50 pm. Thank you very much indeed.