Not my fault this time..

Hi there.
Once again my scribblings have been interrupted; and I shiver as I start to tell you why..
Mother got arrested for shop-lifting. She was found sneaking through the tills at Lidl with a bottle of sherry and some wafers. When the police came round, they confiscated anything they thought might be stolen. This, for some reason or other, included my computer.
I desperately tried to stop them taking it. A bit too hard in fact - I ended up sharing Mothers’ cell for three hours. The chief officer said ‘don’t judge the boy by the beast that spawned him’ and let me off with a behavioural caution, or something.
Mother’s up before the judge on Monday, and is likely to get a suspended sentence and an alcohol programme. Chances are this’ll all be happening again by August.
They should lock her up and throw away the key, really, for her own good. Or maybe I should lock her in the shed and then emigrate.
Bloody families.

I tried to access blogspot via the ‘free’ computers in the library, but I found out that ‘free’ access doesn’t include blog sites, music sites, social network sites or webmail. Strangely enough though, you can look at enough porn to satisfy a college full of perverts for a decade. Bloody libraries. Just a nestful of bureaucratic vipers and pseudo-intellectual jobsworths. And the chairs are too small for my arse, as well.

The computer should be back on Friday. Meanwhile, I’m posting this from my uncle’s PC while he’s upstairs servicing his nubile Latvian cyber-bride.
Bloody families.

RC 18-6-08
2135 BST