to be broken into with nothing having being taken

A return of the Movement from 1957 when a young writer aged 24 years published a piss take on Albert Camus The Outsider. he was Colin Wilson bespectacled and bedraggled and living in a sleeping bag on Hampstead Heath. His book The Outsider was an existential polemic with American bohemianism undertones. With a misquotation in every line. In its first year in 1957 he made £12,000. He now had a phone. And gave a talk at the ICA where an uneducated loving shithead was attacked by Colin for being of everything he most detested in Britshitters. He said of her and her husband, When she goes abroad black flags are hung up and the port authorities hold their noses. He also said Shakespeare had a second rate mind. And that sods needlessly die through their own laziness and misdirection.
Like Colin Wilson in their 1957 I hate Shitheads.

to be broken into with nothing having being taken

harry's game