Begin roughly handled, to and from the van, into the police station was one thing, but being charged with GBH was quite another. Whitney tried to explain that the two men attacked him and that he was only defending the honour of a woman that they were attacking. Of course he tried in vain to insist that the drugs were planted on him, but like the GBH, it seemed to fall on deaf ears. He was amazed at the kind of clueless Neanderthals they were employing these days to work in the Police force, where was there common sense. As he thought of this, he was reminded of what his father once said ‘the thing about common sense, son, is that it is not that common’. He smiled at this thought, as he was being processed.<br/><br/>Just as they were finishing of the paperwork, all hell broke loose, the lad that was arrested with Cath, was being beaten by the police. He could see that Cath was not getting involved as she was being somewhat detained by another constable. Whitney on the other hand, couldn’t help himself. His arms might be out of commission, but his month wasn’t. he quickly stood up and remarked to the constable, who was some feet away “Excuse me, is that any way to treat a lady?”. Before the man had chance to respond, he directed his comments to the men beating on the lad “Pick on someone your own size, you big bullies. Can’t you see he is petrified out of his skull?”<br/>