It's not paranoia if it's true.

I think there is a ley line that runs down Northbourne Avenue: first the sprinkler, now the ATM. On Saturday night I went to get money out of an ATM and the machine ate my card. Then I went to another ATM and it ate my card because it had expired. Then I realised that I did not know the PIN for my remaining card. Sure, you could blame this occurance on a bit of bad luck combined with lack of organisation and some standard vagueness on my part, rather than a pseudo-mystic conspiracy theory. Sure, you could do that. But that's what they want.

Fortunately this all happened while I was with a good friend who was nice enough to lend me money, so I didn't have to go ask for seventy cents worth of beer. We went and saw The Fuelers play at the Phoenix, which was a lot of fun, I think The Fuelers and the Phoenix are one of those magical combinations in life, like gin and tonic, bagels and cream cheese, that convince you that life can't be a big accident.