Random Acts of H*tred
Worn down with boredom and despair, you accidentally stray within ten feet of the kettle and like a jack-in-the box, the office joker leaps up, yelping: ‘Making a brew?’ Thus begins half an hour of washing up, water boiling and the desperately complex preparation of thirty cups of steaming fluids - ranging from lightly infused fennel tea to quite strong PG Tips with just a splash of semi-skimmed milk and one and three quarter sugars. Kill! Kill!