We found out some interesting things about sherbet and mayors this week. And Peahens.

Members of the public did not suffer 'a virtual nightmare' on The Scenic Railway at Dreamland this week.

When you put a cigarette butt in the bin, you must make sure it's the right bin. Otherwise this might happen.

Don't take anything, and we mean anything, into Canterbury Magistrates' Court that even remotely resembles a knife. No letter openers, antique fruit knives, or nail files. We will be making sure none of our pencils are overly sharp before our next visit.

Having a blue badge doesn't mean you can abandon your car (or common sense) wherever you like. Or avoid the consequences if you do.

There are certain things you think you're sure of. How tall that digger is on the back of your lorry for instance, or the calm and tranquil nature of the peahen. But sometimes, even your own garden can surprise you.

On that note, not everyone remembers to measure their digger before setting off down the M20.

When the Mayor of Dover fancies some sherbet, his preferred way of consuming it is snorting it off a cistern in a cubicle with another man. We prefer it in those little flying saucers but each to their own.

If you're particularly dedicated, like Dawn Simon from Iwade, it is possible to pickpocket £500,000 worth of goods. And if that's not enough to keep you in flash cars and holidays, there's always a bit of mortgage and benefit fraud...

Peahens can, and do, overstep the mark.

Finally, this little piggy went to Margate, and for reasons best known to itself decided to take a nap in some roadworks. Police would rather it had stayed at home.