Following on from yesterday’s rambling, I heard on the radio that police were cracking down on “petrol thieves”. Presumably, these are the people who fill up at petrol stations and drive off without paying. That wasn’t, however, my first thought.

My first thought was of people sneaking up to my car while it’s parked at the shopping centre, and siphoning the fuel into a small can he’s got.

Later, when my car is almost empty and I need fuel, I’ll duck down a few dodgy streets to find my local black market petrol dealer. He will tell me the fuel’s not cut, but I’ll know it’s cut with water, or milk, or whatever’s fashionable nowadays. He’ll tell me it’s quality stuff and I won’t be able to find anything like it in this city, and I’ll buy it. I will then rush to my car to get my fix of being able to drive.

All for the bargain-basement price of $20.00 a litre.