Rabid Hardware
One day I was on my way to Broudies I was walking down North John street when a police car passed me and turned right down Victoria street. The cop driving nearly shit himself and as I counted to 5 the CCTV camera turned towards me and followed me down to Broudies.
I left Broudies and on the way home I popped into the gardening department of Rabid. As I walked in the manageress of that department was on the phone her face dropped as I walked in and she was heard to say, "he just walked in".
I bought some bulbs and left walking up towards a local pub, as I walked down Pilgrim street I saw Terry Williams with a look like thunder giving me a rather hard look as he walked in the opposite direction.
Recently it has been confirmed that Terry Williams has access to the CCTV of City Safe, I wonder what the connect between the events is? Perhaps the security company that Williams works for.
The next week when I was due to go to the lawyers Zardia, bar maid and friend of Terry Williams, suddenly decided she had to go and pay her rent at the council and escorted me all the way to the door.
All these set off by Emma Jensen and her tiny brain and all set up by the Green Bentley Driving fuck wit.

A Bolt by a Blue
One day many years ago I was building a machine of ingenious conception and a mind boggling mechanism. In order to do this I had to hacksaw down about 30 bolts of high tensile steel. Needless to say I gave up before I'd cut one and went out and bought the biggest set of bolt cutters I could lay my hands on. Other than the odd ricochet this proved ideal.
Many years latter I was sitting in a pub when some people I know came along and started talking about removing the security screens from their windows in order to let the building maintenance go ahead Ray Jones offered to lend them a drill and then he remembered that I owned a set of bolt cutters. Which they duly asked to borrow. I imagine of Terry Williams contacts at Rapid Hardware told him I bought them, as they kept careful track of what I bought.
Sometime latter the people who had borrowed the bolt cutters asked if I could set up their PC for them, I agreed. Before I came around however gave them a call just to check they still wanted the job doing and they did. So I trotted around with my trusty Dictaphone what a surprise they did not want to touch the machine themselves and asked me to put it a way in a cupboard when I left, but I remembered to leave set up for "Chris Lee and Lisa by ***********" all over the hard disk and the odd dummy account.
Some time latter I observed a heavily laden Brian Mitten walk down the street from the couples with a system unit sized box.