The most important Christian festival approaches: a time for reflection and, for all Anglo-Saxon folk, a time for confession. Now I'm loath to acknowledge it, but my sources tell me that Easter in the twenty-first century is less about the Resurrection of our Lord and more about eating rabbits made of a confection that I only know about because I'm a time traveller. Shame on you! Though I wouldn't mind trying one of those Cadbury's Creme Eggs I've heard about – once my fasting is over, of course.
Well now, to the point at hand. I won't say that Bertie's law code contains anything directly related to Easter but there are a number of rulings in there – pretty much all of them in fact – that were you to contravene you would most certainly be obliged to seek out your confessor before Easter
So in the spirit of Christian love and, frankly, with a dispiriting awareness of your moral frailty, here are my top three crimes for Easter confession. Well, being as I'm advocating honest confession, I should admit that they're actually just the first three random laws that caught my eye. Well, I can't spend all day ruminating over your eternal salvation. I have things to do!