Some junkie on crutches just came into my library and locked himself in the disbled loos. When he finally emerges he's left half his arm behind, syringes and white powder on the floor and smeared blood all over the floor and ceiling. We walks out and flicks blood on our security guards...who will be off to the Royal London for AIDS tests once their shift finishes.

Is it just the increased concentration of weirdos in London (vs Somerset) that means I get more and more encounters with oddbods?