*Radio 5. John Wraith 0.* OTA
*John had broken yet another radio. It was the fifth one this week and currently he was sat outside his tent with the radio in pieces across the floor, joined by a huge mug of coffee which currently sat steaming away and untouched. Currently John was trying to put a tiny fiddle piece of radio back into its rightful place but his pudgy fingers were more of a huge hindrance than a help.
Sighing loudly John glared at the tiny screw, holding it up to scrutinise his tiny foe.*
Why won't you just go where you're meant to go?!
*Again he tried but this only caused the tiny screw to ping off up into the air. John glared at the radio in irritation and disgust, right about now he was really tempted to just throw the whole lot away and just simply ask for a new radio once more. Forget the humiliation of having to explain why a sizeable chunk of the budget had gone on buying in new radios! *
Sighing loudly John glared at the tiny screw, holding it up to scrutinise his tiny foe.*
Why won't you just go where you're meant to go?!
*Again he tried but this only caused the tiny screw to ping off up into the air. John glared at the radio in irritation and disgust, right about now he was really tempted to just throw the whole lot away and just simply ask for a new radio once more. Forget the humiliation of having to explain why a sizeable chunk of the budget had gone on buying in new radios! *