Anger management...
Upon arrival I was stripped to the waist and thrown a coat made of cored apples. With my 'cape' barely covering my cowering anatomy I was ushered into a room full of 19 year old female media students who just stood and laughed before setting fire to all of the clothes I arrived in.
I was then sat down and told to watch a projector which flashed pornography interlinked with images of my house being burglarised. After 32 minutes of holding my breath I finally blew my top and ripped off my coat and ran full pelt at a man in the corner holding a clip board. Smashing into him I realised that it wasn't a 'him' but rather an 'it' made of pillows and moth balls. I had cracked.
I was placed into a wheelchair and pushed into a room with a doctor and two nurses waiting patiently. They administered to me immediately, covering me in buttercup syrup and leaving me to caramalise under the spot lights for one hour. I passed out.
I awoke at 4.30pm sat on a train to crewe with a note in front of me saying that all will now be well... (to be continued)
Labels: anger





