It’s a funny old world, isn’t it?

This week, some police chief blubbed through a news conference in tears, announcing that a bloke had been charged with Tupac Shakur’s murder.

This was the same Tupac who glorified in cop killings just as much as cops in the US have always got off on popping caps into black azzes.

Next we’ll be hearing that Russell Brand has been appointed as the new president of the Spanish FA.

It’s all a front.

It took US law enforcement over twenty-seven years to act, even though I could have told them the names of the main suspects if they had cared to knock on my door.

Not that I’m any great shakes as a detective – the chap currently on remand has been giving extensive TV interviews for years, detailing how he had been at the scene and how the trigger-man had been his nephew, handed a kicking by the star just three hours before. He even published a book on it.

Meanwhile, in the UK, the Met Police is under fire for systemic criminality, racism, corruption, and just being generally shite.

As they have been, repeatedly, over the last six or seven decades.

Better call Saul? The rozzers broke bad long ago. It’s the longest organisational rap sheet in history, with hardly any time served. And all they have ever had in their defence has been a press conference or two.

And it always works.

It’s all good, man.