Friday, 26 October 2007

Seventh Day Terrorist: Cult of Socks

Well, whadya know. A busy week...! Still sniffling and sneezing. It must be biological warfare. It wasn't my terrorist action group, but one of them must have decided on subtle action. Find a cold virus, nurture it into supreme virus form and release. No one will know it was you and you’ve got a whole country working at reduced capacity. Smart, eh? I will have to take it to our next action group; we could give everyone athletes foot. That’ll make them think about sock related matters more.

Jeffrey Lewis was ace, my meeting last night was both informative and deflating, and tonight it’s sausage and mash with the people who were sent to Coventry. They let them out now; would you believe it? Down South an’ all. It’s a 24hour release package and may help with their rehabilitation. Charity is my middle name. Emily Charity Fabpants. Tomorrow we will send them back to their shack. Tomorrow, well that is something in itself...

After kicking out the appropriately banished, I will bless a wedding party with my presence, embarrass myself at the Hove International Computer Games Tournament (oddly enough in the space I call home) and then save a local radio by witnessing some live music. On Sunday I shall be seeing Sicko. I might be well for it. Then again I might be dead… famous last words :)

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