THE barrage of announcements this week that revealing classified information is apparently bad enough to incur enough life sentences to take the meow out of the family cat sent shudders through some human bones. Innocent eyes that gaze at me from behind a razor every day have feasted on classified information for decades. Even worse, the creature behind those bloodshot windows to the soul has been manning phones and keyboard with the noble motivation of 'the public's right to know', just like the defence in tribunals with authority to 'throw away the key'. The Law's apparent interest in the classifieds is puzzling indeed. And all the talk of leaks! Why don't they call a plumber?