Today I saw a maniac crouched on the roof of a car, clutching the severed head of its recently departed driver. Then I realised it was just an urban myth, and walked on.
			The characters and situations in this diary are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happenings. Any resemblance to such things is coincidental, or just for humourous effect. All names have been chosen to implicate the innocent.