Saturday 19 October, 2013 by Uncle Spike
I really wanted to get arrested once. Seriously, I thought it would be a bit of a laugh. Ok, so I was young, reckless and a little drunk if truth be told, but there you have it; that’s my excuse…
So, you know that thing stuck in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, the International Date Line. What’s that all about?
Travelling on an overnight flight once from Honolulu in Hawaii to Auckland in New Zealand, I had this funny thought; how cool would it be to get arrested soon after arriving in NZ.
It was a Tuesday I believe that I landed Down Under, sometime in December of 1988. Anyway, that’s all a bit irrelevant… what was a bit weird at the time was that coz we crossed this International Date Line, we’d sort of ‘lost’ a day.
Now, I’m no Einstein, believe me, but that event got me thinking of a funny scenario. What if, for arguments sake, I was arrested for some dodgy crime shortly after arriving? Just imagine it…
“Where were you at the time the crime was committed sonny?”
“When was that ossifer?”
“What do you mean, ‘nowhere'”
“I didn’t exist”
“What are you smoking?”
“Not much, but that’s irrelevant, I didn’t exist last Monday”
“I left Hawaii on Sunday, and arrived in NZ on Tuesday”
“So mate, I didn’t exist on Monday”
…and so it went on in my head, playing out this scenario. I always wondered what would have happened in real life, and whether there was any legal precedent over this in Kiwi-law 🙂