the world is weird.

I stole a poster from work yesterday. It's okay, it was being thrown out. I ripped the bottom bar off that read 'yes! everything's £1!' and took it upstairs to put on my door.

I found some blu-tack on the floor and ripped it apart to put in the corners of the poster. I attached it to my door, and then noticed a faint smell of mint.

It wasn't blu-tack. it was a bit of chewing-gum that Craig had dropped in my room. How nice(!)

On to the more relevant pieces of news - probably one of the chaviest (new word!) people in Macc came into work and tried to buy a cleaver and a packet of scalpels.

I asked him for his ID.

"You need ID to buy knives?!"
"Yes."
"What kind of ID?!"
"Anything. Driver's licence, passport, any legal document," said I, fully aware that he wouldn't have any of these.
"Right," he said.
"He showed me a folded up piece of paper, and unfolded it, showing his name and his date of birth - 1984, or something.
"I can't accept that," I said.
"Okay, I'll just take the rest."

Not only was this piece of paper a complete joke - I mean, how could I verify his age with something like that - it had three lovely words across the top.

Criminal Justice Court.


I almost laughed when I saw it. I really did. What kind of complete retard, when asked to show identification for a potential weapon, shows a piece of paper that confirms they're a criminal?!