I was driving up a French motorway the other day and passed an Army lorry, with two hunched soldiers in the back. I thought, “I have to stop that lorry and search them, they are usually good for 7.62 Ammo!”
Later the same day I saw a motorbike and strapped on the back was an upright gas cannitster. I thought, “I’ll have that!”
The following day I stopped in at Point P (Builder’s Merchant) and the forklift had its red fuel gas bottle sideways on the back. I thought, “One shot, mate, and you’re toast! I’ll have you before you jump on me…”
Today I was at the St Simon Institute in Toulouse. While looking for the Informatique room, I had to go down twisty corridors. At each turn, without realising it, I fractionally slowed to peep round the corner to check for Ticks…
Welcome to Generation Zero IRL!
