An otherwise normal wednesday has been defiled by the scum of society.
I completed my daily penance at the workhouse and set off to meet my friends for our weekly badminton efforts as usual. All went well, afterwards we go for dinner together, we were going to go the Martin Perdhue (something like that) on the corner of George Henri and Brand Whitlock but there was a wait for the table so we decided to move on. By the time we got back to the car, can't have been ten minutes, some fucking arsehole scumbag has smashed the back window of my friend's car and stolen MY bag! bollocks!!
It was only my gym kit but I bought that bag in Sydney airport when that evil witch of a check in bint made me re-pack my handluggage and check it in. I bought a small back pack to take on board, and now it's gone!!! I travelled the world with that bag.
It's an estate car so there's no boot but a slidy cover thing that hides the contents in the back. Nuts! That's the second person on my list of people who are going to get a severe kicking on judgement day.
So now i'm listening to Carmen with a nice bottle of Sangre de Torro to help me get properly miserable.
On the plus side, we then went to The Pen, where pigs will fly, and enjoyed some lovely Thai food. Quite spicy too by Belgian wimpish standards. It's about a hundred yards from Montgomery on General Jacques, yes yards not feckin metres. Then my friends walked back with me in case the toerag had dumped my bag somewhere having found nothing of value. But no such luck, the wretched fiend must have a fetish for smelly gym gear. Sound like anyone you know? Well you know what to do, don't have nightmares.