Monday, May 24, 2004
Shortly after busting out of McHaz's most excellent roof party on Friday, (and no it wasn't me that threw a case of champagne bottles into the street), I chanced upon some rather poorly applied yellow lines. The rubberised paint had spontaneously peeled off the street in the hot weather. Thirty seconds of evil-doing later, and a previously innocuous resident's bay was transformed into a target for the clampers. To the driver of the pictured Kangoo; my only excuse is that it seemed the right thing to do after a few too many glasses of "Crazy Monkey."
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