I parked my Volvo on a piece of waste ground in a dodgy neighbourhood. I noticed someone had already tried to force open a door. I tried to kick the metal back into shape. As I did so a group of thugs approached brandishing weapons. Scary.
Too many I thought, but I would go down fighting.
I prepared to swing a tyre lever that had luckily just appeared in my hand.
But, I wondered, maybe they are vigilantes protecting the area against apparent car vandals.
No matter, the fight was on and I was knocked into wakefullness.
Phew.
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Exciting Dreams of The Boring Man
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