Jury service can be a drag, we imagine (Londonist's youthfulness precluding it from being summoned to rule over our fellow citizens). How to make the time go quickly? You could do like Homer Simpson did and wear a pair of oversized comedy glasses to surreptitiously snooze behind. Or you could smuggle in some class Cs and attempt to drive down Doobie Lane while deciding the verdict. A juror from Surbiton tried just that last......

Though landlords are a difficult lot to summon sympathy for – sorry, you want us to pay how much for our itty-bitty windowless flat? – our heart (nearly) bleeds to learn of this role reversal: landlords gouged by tenants. Truly? So it would seem. Cannabis factories have gained a foothold in west London rentals – the police shuttered 36 of them last year in Hounslow alone – and the losses incurred by property owners......

Looks like Paul Smith, a constable at Holborn police station, caught a case of reefer madness. He's been charged with 15 counts of cannabis theft -- from the station. While securing his stash from the evidence locker, the pothead policeman must have slipped up. Details haven't yet been released, but we hope he had a billy club bong, Snoop Dogg on his iPod and an inability to stifle his giggles every time someone said 420.......