Everyone at some time or another has been ~~lucky~~ ~~fortunate~~ led unwillingly into the depths of the Rawson household. Taken to places beyond the usual human imagination, I'm talking of course, of his room. As I write this to my left on a knackered old chair is an iMac, quite an expensive piece of machinary at it's time, now left about carelessly. The TV is showing a real-time video of the street outside the house, and is in no way monitoring the life and behaviour of Roger Creyke & family.

I come to wonder now how Iain gets to sleep at night, the bed is littered with various wires, books, poorly-constructed wooden stands and a mouse mat. Maybe he sleeps on the floor.

Looking at the floor, I come to wonder all the more how anyone could possibly live in this place. It may have the basic entertainment needs, such as television, a PC, hifi and telecommunications, but it lacks in so many other areas, very similar to villages in Mongolia or perhaps even as bad as houses in Quebec Drive.

There is a massive UK flag on the port side of the room as I sit, and strewn randomly across the surfaces are equally random messages, such as 'Do Not Touch Machine In use' attached to the side of some shelving. The intemediate wall I am able to study features a diverse array of pictures including innocent young girls - possibly underage in unmentionable poses, computer screenshots and Dilbert cartoons. There is a clock on the wall, but is currently 2 hours and 1 minute fast - well done Iain.

I count 5 monitors of different sorts in this room, two are definately in operation, the other three appear derelict and out of use. Empty alcohol bottles are lying all over the places and remnents of late night binges and drug-use haven't even been hidden away, just walking to this monitor I was exposed to thirteen different infections that scientists pronounced extinct over ten years ago.

I've heard rumours, and even once seen photographic evidence of girls being led into this lair, girls with their whole lives ahead of them, at this point we can only guess what kind of lasting emotional and possibly physical damage may have been caused. Let this article serve you all as a warning, whilst it's owner may appear to be a very amusing looking man with an afro, that is only the start of the terror that lurks within his front door.

Article Written by Jay
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