Smashing The System
23/4/94-3/5/94
23 April 1994 - SMASHING THE SYSTEM
I stole enough boots last night to afford the repairs to my lovely skin.
I have decided to exact a terrible revenge upon a society that has all but forgotten my sort. First to feel my grapes of wrath shall be my ex-friend, Gary "Clarkuss" Clark.
26 April 1994 - SMASHING THE SYSTEM
My war against society begins in earnest tonight, with the destruction of my local newsagent.
The manager, Mr Puckles, may be a sweet old thing, but in a war some sweets inevitably burn. I've concocted a special flammable powder containing Snap-its.
30 April 1994 - SMASHING THE SYSTEM
My attack on the 53rd Coat awards was less than successful. Ray Reardon was handing an award over to Don Estelle at the exact moment I tried to blow him up.
Estelle dropped the award onto my cannon and I got a mouthful of soot. I left with my head in my lap. My attack on the 53rd Coat awards was less than successful. Ray Reardon was handing an award over to Don Estelle at the exact moment I tried to blow him up.
Estelle dropped the award onto my cannon and I got a mouthful of soot. I left with my head in my lap.
2 May 1994 - SMASHING THE SYSTEM
I have decided on one last attempt to get my message heard. After that I'm going to turn my back on this life of terror.
I've got a couple of ropes and a garden chair. I'll use the rope to tie someone to the chair, and then I'll hold them hostage for days.
3 May 1994 - SMASHING THE SYSTEM
A vision of an angel appeared before me last night, and begged me to stop being naughty.
I gave the angel a cheeky kiss on the noggin, and we came to the agreement that I should end my terror campaign. I have decided to become a saint.
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