Given your knowledge of forensics and psychology, interest in CSI and similar shows plus an evil twisted imagination that could be put to better use inventing brutal death scenes...don't you think you'd be better writing films for Hollywood?
Or failing that, writing a few episodes of Taggart?
Mon, ye can cast me as a nutjob from Castlemilk (or Lait de Château as I prefer calling it...makes it sound right nice) that runs around weilding a huge sword hacking people up and sending their dead bodies up the Clyde in a Nordic style funeral...I'll even use a disposable lighter from the shops to set fire to the thing!?
