Monday, September 27, 2004
A Prophecy
I was only half watching Dirty War last night, the subject matter guaranteed to get the masses into hysterics, when I realised that the location of the aforementioned dirty bomb was one's own Liverpool Street station. Linking in nicely with our disaster scenarios last week. I squeaked alot and waited for the radiation to blow my way, slipping further down the pole of reality.
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