In harms way

Again....

So there was I, nine o'clock last night, literally driving off into the sunset alone in a works van to do join a large number of similar herberts in doing nefarious things in a certain Northern town as part of my professional obligations for the night. The thought struck me, probably because I was travelling alone for once "what the HELL do I think I'm doing?". Running about in a place where they'll not like me one bit, trying to stop bad guys from running about and getting away; it's a bit bloody risky, this keeping your finger in the dyke. It's not even like the organisation is half organised; dying on it's arse as it is. How did I come to this?

The answer is as usual there within a moment. "Because I wanted to". "Because it's a bit of a laugh". "Because it beats the arse of nine to five for naff all money. But it's a wobbly moment. I don't think it's too heathy to regard this sort of stuff as too routine. I get the impression if I ever do, it'll bite. Frankly, every time I stop to think about it, it scares the crap out of me.

Speaking of which; another fresh kill on the mat from He who must be Adored. This time, Jack Sparrow's definately copped it. Good job they've just had the premier of the third film, eh. The boy seems to be on a roll at the moment.