| From: | The Powerhouse <P.C.Steele@***.AC.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | MY BEER !!!!! |
| Date: | Thu, 5 Aug 1993 15:28:14 BST |
"I fancy
a pint", so nipping into my back room, behind the false panel, I go. The
blast of cool air from the air conditioner hit's me and the smell of hops wafts
into the air as I scan the wall for my favourite pint pot. Reaching up to the
wall I think to myself "ello, there's a space here where there should be a keg",
"Arrrggh", I shout as I relaise I'm down a keg of Theakstons XB then drop by
favourite pot which smashes onto the floor. "Some theiving little bugger's
nicked my beer" I scream. Then turning around I notice another keg is gone,
"My Owd Rodger !!, no please not that". After ranting and raving for several
minutes I fetch another pot and down a few pints of Number 3. Slightly calmed
down I check the logs on my computer for any entries, what do I find, the
entire last weeks entries are deleted !!! I check the locks and escape route
and find nothing. The only signs are the deleted records and missing beer. I
go and check with Stan the door man downstairs to see if he remebers anyone,
"Nope, no one" he chimes, but I think he's lying, thats a new suit and that
aftershave is better than the one he normally wears.
So after a bit of cajoling he comes clean that a young girl approached him
several days ago with 100 Y in her hand and asked him to take a walk round the
block. He says she persuaded him that no crime was going to be committed but
that Joe Thatcher (My assumed name for times when the street name isn't
suitable) wanted to bring back a whole group of young girls that he'd just met
and seeing as this was against the housing association's rules he didn't want
Stan to get into trouble. So Stan says he took the money went on a walk for
about 5 minutes and came back, nothing was out of order, but he did say that
he re ran the tapes so he could see what sort of tottie (Stan's words not mine)
I was picking up (dirty old man). Of course he didn't see me, because I was
never there but he didn't see anything else either. So I get him to run the
tapes back, then after a few attempts I notice a clock in the background, at
one point it says 10:55 then it says 10:50 then times ticks by as it goes to
10:55 again, then it jumps to 11:00.
Armed with the pieces of this little burglary I can now see who was responsible,
a) A decker was involved due to my security records and the housing blocks
records being tampered with.
b) Someone knew exactly how to get past my security which unless you know the
backdoor codes is virtually impossible.
c) Someone knew exactly where the secret panel was though they didn't know
anything about real ale or else they would have taken the very best beer.
d) Someone has a bloody warped sense of humor by implicating me into some
kind of under age sex orgy.
Now I wonder who fits that description ?
I.B.A. your butt is mine. You are going to pay BIG time !!!!!!! ]<<<<<
-The Powerhouse (15:26:14/5.8.54)
>>>>>[ I didn't honest. I have no idea who it was and I resent those
accusations. If you want to make something out it then it's up to you. But
I haven't touched your stupid beer ]<<<<<
-I.B.A. (**:**:**/**.**.**)
