Finally got rid of those damned cars. A very nice man from a scrapyard on Castlemorton came out and picked up the wrecks. Now all I have to do is explain the whole thing to the DVLA without getting locked up. Got me a flat in the Hairy Ford, above the prehistoric creature/woodwork tool pun market. So I move out of this town forever (again) in just over a week. Which is good, because “Malvern is so fucking dull”. Borrowed Dave’s The Rock soundtrack CD. Will be editing The Beacon to this. When I finish the goddamn capturing. (I’m about half way through.)