January 23rd, 2002


Pig Run

I hereby dub Carlton Gore Road the Pig Run. Apparently, outside of our office, at least six cars got nailed by some ‘rather excited police’ (in the words of a workmate) around 17.30 today, one after another.

And while I'm at it, I was chatting to someone once, and said something like ‘that happens as often as you'd see a flying pig’. They responded with something like, ‘actually, flying pigs aren't that rare; my father flew helicopters as a cop’. Great!

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