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Bugger bugger bugger. Had my wallet nicked from the dressing room during the double tech run today at the threatre. My own stupid fault. Everyone knows that there is a creepo who wanders in and nicks stuff from time to time, but he usually does it during runs, not during rehearsals. Have now spent a loooong time talking to various call centres accross the globe cancelling all my cards (unless I have forgotten any - which is a worry).

The question remains: how am I to get to work tomorrow? I have no cash and no means of getting any cash. Perhaps I shall walk. Or maybe I will invent a teleporter tonight, to stop me seething about useless scumbag crack-heads who have nothing better to do than fuck with other people's belongings. Hanging is too good for them! They should be forced to watch Trisha or Oprah 24 x 7 whilst reading the Daily Mail and listening to Barry Manilow.


Oh, and they should be made to eat cat food too.


Gits.