^ ^ Raid time. It soon becomes apparent that everyone has collectively decided they're too busy/hungover/asleep/employed to turn up this month. We end up with a total of six Anons and this guy, of "it's impossible to be anonymous" / "it's good that our lives are all trackable through Facebook in case we get accused of murder" fame: Dear GMP / OSA: He was responsible for the rum. He wasn't with us (as he declared several times - in fact I understand he was spying for CoS) and the rest of us had an entirely straight edge raid. And post-raid, tragically. We may have had fewer Anons than recent raids, but rest assured - we at Anonymous Manchester are dedicated to maintaining the epic standards that you have come to expect. Sam making a quick escape in the background? . Trollcannon blasting, signs... informing . WOW. A Free Stress Test! Holy shit I need to get me some of that stress testing- oh. Maybe not. . Yeah, I don't think he wants a flyer dude... . Un-facefag-able White . Quite a few bike bells this month. Fuck yeah, cyclists. . Suits > swing coats . Optimism . Golden age of enturbulation, phase II.* . [insert 'live long and prosper' pun here] . There are far fewer puppy and kitten lovers in this world than we thought :'( To be continued... *My apologies, that was absolutely dreadful.