Crime Scene

Just 2 nights ago, Fion and I decided to sneak out for a quick late night supper to Tai Wu Chinese Restaurant at 2AM despite our strict diet routines. Our way home was predictably dangerous for a Friday night - rowdy, noisy and full of drunk bastards and bitches, as usual. I was careful enough to pull her close to me as we walked home.

When we turned into a lil' junction to avoid the full contact of the crowd. We started to see lil' pieces of cards on the floor. How odd, we thought.

As we walked a few more steps, we saw more familiarised cards: the usual Sainsbury card, Boots card etc... We walked on.

Soon, it was getting a lil' suspicious. We started seeing a pair of keys, and finally... A woman's wallet. True enough, we saw a crime scene. As o ne would feel, we started feeling rather unsecured. Fion had that disgusted look on her face and started grabbing my arms tightly.

However, it was the last sight which really spooked us out. A distance later we stumbled accros unmistakebly drops of blood. Then more drops of blood. Then even more drops of blood. Needless to say, we quickened our pace out of there, only to be relieved to be back at home.

Welcome to Manchester, people.

PS: I had m new Fujifilm Z3 Finepix camera with me, but unfortunately was to horrified to be ammusingly taking pictures, so... Sorry folks, it's imagination time, I guess.