An evil deed

I said on Saturday, after my stint at Oxfam, that I'd try and do something evil to even down the karmic balance a bit. But I'm not very good at evil. I did however remember that I had a dusty copy of The Necronomicon lying around in a trunk in my back room. I dug it out and read a few evil spells. Obviously I uttered the words "Clatto... Verata... Nicto..." before picking it up, just to be safe.

Then I began to read some random evil pages:



I had no idea what I was reading, but I figured that when you have a book that's bound with real skin it doesn't really matter what you're reading - it's gonna be evil one way or another!

Then I went to bed, satisfied that my good deed had been cancelled out.

I was quite interested to find out what evil things I had caused to happen. So I kept my eyes open. I can't prove any of the following happenings were directly caused by my influence, but...

1. I was wearing a white t-shirt yesterday and everytime I thought to myself "be really careful" whilst eating an ice lolly or drinking some coke, I'd spill some on me. Evil white t-shirt.
2. It's been really hot today. Really, really hot. Like melting pot hot. Evil.
3. My dad has bought the Kaiser Chiefs album. That's wrong. Maybe not evil per se, but definitely wrong.

If it was just one of these three things that had happened, then I could understand a little skepticism. But all three in the space of a few days? I have to have been the cause. You don't wanna mess with me, I tell you!