This story started out as Bad Start. I decided it was rubbish and have tried to improve it by hacking bits out and rewriting. I also changed its name to Bad Day.
I often wonder where the planks who become Civil Enforcement Officers come from and think that they must have probably been grown in some genetic lab at Porton Down.
I struggled back to the phone box, only to find it occupied by a woman who clearly intended to spend the next two and a half hours talking absolute bollocks !
I am infinite consciousness having the experience of being an outraged individual I am everything that has been and ever will be surrounded by mountains of shit and detritus