The Beacon: August 15th 2001

I would like to publicly diss RKR scrapyard in Worcester. They promised they’d tow away our knackered cars today, but on calling them they claimed they’d never have promised that and told us they couldn’t take them until next week. Therefore, in order to get the cars off Madresfield Estate by today as we’d promised the owner, my parents had to tow one of them away – in muchos illegal and death-risking fashion, as the car had no electrics and dodgy brakes – and leave the other there for poor Dave to sort out in the morning. RKR suck ass. And I will defend that in court. Anyway, now that’s out of my system, on to lighter matters. Such as the explosion of Chris’ shed, preceded by an obviously faked photo shoot for the Malvern Gazette. Lynx, as the Soul Searcher website will testify, is by far the most impressively denotating aerosol product on the market. Six cans, two cameras, sweet fireballs. Although I think Chris was a little annoyed that everyone kept pouring/spraying flammable substances all over the shed while he wasn’t looking. Still, we were sadly only able to damage the windows. (Already in a fairly poor condition, due to years of abuse from my various casts.)

The Beacon: August 15th 2001