Friday, January 11, 2008

Hatchet Job

It's not often one has the opportunity to witness a youth in a tracksuit, wielding an enormous rusty meat cleaver, running down the street shouting 'I'm not gonna f*cking put up with this any f*cking longer', but that was the delightful vision that confronted the Eastcliff mincers today as I toddled down the road for my afternoon snifter.

Yes, I did think of ringing the rozzers, but on balance I decided they probably had more important things on their plates. Such as a vital pensions meeting, or a presentation on health and safety most like.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

We'll just have to wait for next week's Gazunder to see what happened, if anything!

Lucy Mail said...

Perhaps he was chasing the guy that'd just delivered the wrong kebab yet again?
About time they had a dose of their own medicine!

Anonymous said...

At least he wasn't chasing you with his enourmous chopper in his hand

Anonymous said...

Biggles has finally lost it!!

With luck, he won't find it again either!

Lucy Mail said...

I seriously doubt that he ever had it!