Zwei erdnusse gingen hinunter die strasse. Man wurde angegriffen... erdnuss

PS. Never go on a train ever again, incase George Fornby has jerked off in it.

Ich mussen shreib heir tagebucheintrag. Backline said so. Yes so I'm relearning german, just for the fun of it. If monty python could all do it, I sure as hell can.

Today, I had a bonding experience with my friends car, well, bAcklines to be precise. This morning, he came in to work, and accidentally left his lights on. Noone noticed untill about midday, at which time he had gone out to a client. I say "noticed", we couldnt NOT notice, as his battery had gone flat and his alarm was going off. No problem we thought, we have his keys here, we'll just charge it straight back up and turn his lights off.

A short while later, we had attached the jump cables and battled with his alarm and immobiliser and got the engine started. Adam (whos car we were using), jumped out of bAcklines car, and in to his to rev it a bit. At this point, occurred a mean twist of fate. The car door fell shut, locking the keys inside the car. EEK.

Luckily door had ONLY JUST clicked in one click, and wasn't fully shut. There was a small gap above the door, where we could fit something in. After a quick think, we came inside the building and got a long length of serial cable. I tied a slipknot on one end of it, and lowered it in the window. After a long period of poking and wiggling we managed to open the window about an inch, but DAMN, the window handle was in an upright position and we had nothing to push it down with. We spent aaages trying to hook a lever under the seet, which we could use as a sort of pully to open the window far enough to reach in and get the keys. All to no avail. We were stuck with a 1 inch window gap.

We came back inside and looked around for a while looking for some inspiring tools, eventually I found some large sheets of cardboard, we stuffed them inside the window, and a minute or two of wiggling and jiggling (greg and adam were wiggling, I was on jiggling duty) we got the window open about 5 inches. Greg reached in and got the keys. WOOO!!! And not a scratch on the car. Oh, and after an hour of trying to break in to his car, not one person stopped us to ask what we were doing (odd that).

A wierd thing though, I had somehow become emotionally close to this piece of (admittedly pimp azz) machinery during the whole process. I'd spent so long outside in the freezing cold trying to get her to comply with my wish. It was almost like my real life experiences with girls. Except with girls I usually use more electrical cable, gaffer tape, chains and maybe some lubricating jelly. Oh, and I usually dont do it with greg and adam, in my work car park.

He still hasn't got back yet, I hope he doesn't strangle me....