A woman admits to beating a man's head in with a hammer after her sister cut his throat with a Stanley knife. Then they spent 'hours' cutting him up into pieces in a bedroom with a bread knife. They took several trips to dispose of the body in the royal canal. She then put the severed head in her son's schoolbag, kissed the bag then took a bus to Tallaght to get rid of it. While doing that she drank a bottle of vodka and tried to smash the head up into little bits.

Both she and her sister that slit the man's throat with a Stanley knife deny murder.

Erm, what? They already admitted to the Gardai they did it, how the fuck can they deny it?

It's like that time I was caught on surveillance camera selling guns, drugs, fireworks, organs, counterfeit money, knock off DVDs and stolen cigarettes from the boot of my car outside Johhny Fox's pub up the mountains.

"We've got you red handed", said the Gardai.

"Not at all", I said, "you see, I didn't do it."

"Damn", said the older of the two, "if only we had some kind of data to prove the facts in issue and which may include the testimony of witnesses, records, documents, or objects".

"If only", said I as I got into my car and drove away.

As I was leaving the car park I rolled down the window. "Evidence!", I roared at them.

"Ahhh, that's it", he roared back. "Good luck, Twenty. See you next time."