downstairs and out the back to suss what was happening.
When he peeked round the side of the house he saw before him a terrible sight. A huge red-faced bloke armed wirth a sledgehammer was systematically destroying a yellow Cortina parked about three doors up. He'd already done the headlights and the windscreen, the grille had gone and there were massive dents in the bonnet and the front wing. Panicking, Tony clambered over the back wall into an alley where he took off his Loon gear and stuffed into the bag he'd been carrying the posters in. Then he emerged into the street looking just like any ordinary Joe Public. He joined the small crowd gathered to watch the auto-destruction, which was proceeding apace, and just had time to glimpse the Monster Raving Loony Party sticker in the back window before the sledgehammer went through it.
By then he could hear the siren of the approaching police, so he ducked his head and sidled off to the far end of the street where he'd parked my Ford Fiesta. Getting in, he drove off thankfully. There was, of course, no sticker in the back window. What do you think I am - a Loony?
When he peeked round the side of the house he saw before him a terrible sight. A huge red-
By then he could hear the siren of the approaching police, so he ducked his head and sidled off to the far end of the street where he'd parked my Ford Fiesta. Getting in, he drove off thankfully. There was, of course, no sticker in the back window. What do you think I am -
