As Nick Cave would say: Man, I’m on fire!


Had an excellent, huge entertaining lunchtime messing about. Police chases aplenty, failing to make huge jumps and an amazing on-foot chase through half the city trying to kill a taxi driver who’d made the mistake of giving me a ride home. I was just going to go pay the fare and go to sleep, but couldn’t resist firing a shotgun at the cab after I got out. Which then led me to use all my shotgun ammo firing wildly in its general direction. Then all my pistol ammo. Soon enough I was banging on the taxi with a truncheon, then pulled the driver out, hit him a few times, but he managed to run. It took me ages to catch up to him and land the final blow, but I managed it in the end.

Brilliant stuff. And, I suspect, taken out of context quite worrying. Maybe even in context, too. I promise I have nothing against taxi drivers in real life.