Anchorage

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Ask yourself what would be more frustrating than having your car being broken into, having all your windows smashed and your limited edition cd’s stolen? The very day I finished repairing my windows, which is in itself a costly endevour, I parked my car outside the John De Laeter building at Uni only for it to be broken into yet again!

Like some kind of sadistic ritual of planetary alignment, such is the time of the year for my luck to turn the way of milk in the light of the shining daystar. It is this inexplicable ability to consistantly lock horns with Dame Fortuna that steers the topics of my annual resolution pledges. “This year, I will stay away from large amounts of moving metal“, or “This year, I promise to keep the fuck away from lightning!”. Maybe this year I should add an oath to steering cleer of groups of bored/retarded/delinquent children. To combat this, however, I have hatched a plan of pure villany and cunning incarnate. A very simple device, hooked to the switch on my now defunct immoboliser system, connecting the chassis of my car to the car battery itself…

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If it’s not the public transport authority constantly hampering your every movement, then its some inconsiderate prick doing the aforementioned’s job instead. This is not the best way to start a day in customer service or retail. It just goes to show that some people simply should not be allowed to breed. Now that the new trainline has pushed through the frontier south of the river, it is more and more apparent that certain veins of stupidity have been unearthed that should never have been disturbed. No person of above average intelligence should have to put up with a carriage populated entirely by teenage mums, spewing diatribe or discourse on their plans to find someone to sleep with that night so they didn’t have to trek home. Not entirely sure where the screaming child fits into their equation for the night, but then again, I don’t think the child had been considered since (or before) its unfortunate conception. Honestly, we have disturbed something in the murky depths that should have been left alone.

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