My victory over the witnesses
It doesn't happen often, but it feels oh so good when it does...

(I should mention beforehand that I have, when I want to, an extremely unnerving grin. "It looks like you're wondering where to bury the body parts" said one friend who is sometimes on the recieving end of it)

Picture the scene. A lovely, hot summer's day back in 2006. I was in the middle of making something in the garage, and had just cut my hand on something. Quite a bad cut, so blood liberally over both hands.

Then they walked down the drive. To see me grinning manically, covered in blood, clutching a bloody (literally) enormous saw in my hand and walking swiftly toward them...

They ran away. Not just from me, but from the entire part of the estate I live on. Go me!
( MatJ LOOK, Thu 19 Mar 2009, 17:07, Reply)