The next major event, that is definitely on is on Saturday 14^th June, and it is the first ever Chez Didsbury Sports Day, Barbeque, Disco and late night drinking session, so clear your diaries, hone your Frisbee, football and saucepan throwing skills, get your sleeping bags aired and bring plenty of alcohol.

However there is a semi permanent date in for Friday 6^th June, for the second Surerandomality night out. Starting point and itinerary to be sorted in the next couple eof weeks.

Congratulations to Blondie, who won her blonde of the week title again, it would seem that there is just no end to her blonde talents.

Welcome to this week's letters, and, you know what? You're all facing nuts, every single last one of you is absolutely off your facing rockers. I did find that most of the letters made a hell of a lot more sense if I read them whilst p1ssed, and even more made sense if I held them upside down and tried reading them. This did however cause problems when I tried to read the e-mails the same way. The monitor is a bit heavy and when turned upside down isn't very stable, and it tumbled off my desk and proceeded to bounce across the floor. Thankfully, it didn't smash, but it does has a rather off-putting pink hue to it now.

Look stop writing absolute drivel to me in foreign languages, as due to not being the most cunning linguist, I don't know what the fac they're on about, I just choose them cos they look like they might be interesting. Last week's effort from a Miss E Rijkard turned out to be random snatch quotes, and praise for the Austrians of all people, and it wasn't double Dutch, it was just all written out twice. I get the feeling that before I publish any further foreign correspondence I will have to employ a skilled translator. Failing that I need one of those universal translator things that they had on Star Trek.

A Mr. David Hardy, from Worksop, Nottinghamshire writes, "What the fac was that twat Gary Marlow on about last week? Who the fac cares what happens in the story, cos at this rate we'll all be drawing pensions or dead by the time it's finished anyway." Thanks David, just one question, who took the jam out of your doughnut? I'll tell you one thing, you facing ar5ehole, with that kind of attitude, I'd be surprised if you survived until the 10^th chapter.

After the letter from E.S. Crooge, from Finchley in London last week, there was a barrage of letters dismissing them as a tight fisted motherfacker, with no respect for the dead, who should hang their head in shame. And that's the summary polite enough to print.

Miss Kristina Applebum, from Lizard Point, Cornwall, wrote in with a letter of support after criticism of holding the first Surerandomality night out in Manchester. "That silly b1tch who wrote in last week complaining that the Surerandomality night out should have been in Newcastle, is just being selfish, it's only natural for publication's parties to be held in the publication's home city. This enables the staff to attend. Not only that it is only fair that all the main characters we have been reading about over the months had a chance to attend some of the famous venues mentioned. I would have happily travelled to Manchester to attend, if I could have got any time off from my family's tin mine. I was looking forward to meeting the A list stars and some of the early story heroes, such as Percion and Karlidow Roodle. Without a doubt, no matter where the next one is I shall be trying my best to attend." Thanks Kristina, for such a heart-warming message.

A Mr Michael Dewhurst, from Manchester writes, "I think the fantasy football league is rigged, no matter how my team performs I don't seem to go up the table, and have you noticed how the organiser's team is hovering around the top of the table just within striking distance of the lead, ready to jump in just as the season comes to an end. It's all very fishy." Yes Mr. Dewhurst, and so is Grimsby, who along with Sheffield Wednesday are being relegated to the 2^nd division. There are good reasons for the points you mentioned. 1. You’re a facing jinx, and 50% of the players you pick immediately go onto the injury list. 2. As organiser I have picked a good team, suited to how the sun works, and have made full use of my transfers to gain points, unlike yourself.

Mr Perrin, I hate to admit it, but your missive this week seems sane compared to some of the stuff that I've had in this week, and so I can't be ar5ed giving you a good slagging.

That's it for the letters for this week, BUT there will be more next week.

A couple of items that have caught my eye this week.

Canada's Supreme Court has agreed to decide whether prison inmates should be allowed to carry weapons. Inmate Jason Kerr, 26, argued that he had a right to carry a knife in prison because all the other inmates carried weapons. His knife came to light when another inmate attacked him and Kerr stabbed him to death. Court of Queen's Bench Justice Terry Clackson allowed Kerr's argument, ruling "it would seem that Mr. Kerr had his weapons, much like the world superpowers have their weapons, to deter first strike and defend against it should it become necessary." The Alberta Court of Appeal overturned, with Justice Ron Berger ruling such reasoning "is a recipe for anarchy within a prison setting." - Tip Top, arm prisoners, magic idea, what’s the betting that if such a case went through over here the house of lords would let it sail through.

Margaret Summey, 64, was relaxing at home in Duncan, S.C., when Timothy Doyle Huitt, 43, allegedly broke into her home. "I went straight and got the .357 Magnum," Summey says. She shot the intruder, and police ruled the shooting justified. Doyle was found collapsed in the street with a gunshot wound in his leg. "I would have used a shotgun," Summey said afterward, "but I had just had new countertops done and I didn't want to tear up the kitchen." - And then things would have got messy.

Where shall I start? Where else but last Thursday night, which missed being reported due to the sheer chaos, and the fact that there was somewhat of a blackout in the communication process, meaning the details filtered through too late to be included. Squirrel arrived home, and got ready to go in a rush, and he was joined by G Man in a drinking quest, Hopalong was hiding out at Mary’s to avoid being dragged out (again). After visits to the Dog and Partridge, Pear Tree, Slug and Lettuce, and XS, it was on to 5^th Ave again, where things really got messy. Armed with a fair amount of money, and all drinks being a pound, they managed to work their way through numerous rounds of double vodka and red bulls, and bottles of Stella down in the down in one style. At this point events started to lose focus, and have only been pieced together in the days since. On leaving 5^th ave at about 1.30, a cash point and a taxi ride took place, and on their arrival back at chez Didsbury, they proceeded to open the tequila and drink from the bottle, Bgerk Hopalong, and play random sh1t on the stereo. Focus returned at 8.30 the next morning where the constant ringing of the house phone prompted G Man to get up, and he woke up Squirrel, who realised he was late for work, he rushed dressed and stumbled to the bus stop, once in town, the unbelievable happened. Squirrel stood in St. Peter’s Square and puked. It was by all accounts his worst state ever, as it turns out that at some stage during the night he had got up, and p1ssed on his bedside cabinet, shorting his alarm out, which was part of the reason he didn’t wake up in time. He sat at work most of the day still p1ssed. G Man did find this amusing until he got up and found that he too had puked, using the bath as his target this time.

Seeks had taken the day off work to go to Alton Towers, and by all accounts had a good time, so much so that once bevied up, he thought it was a good idea to strip naked and streak, the only problem was that on redressing he seems to have lost his boxer shorts. Friday night saw Hopalong eager to go out, but Squirrel and G Man were having none of it, and they stayed in watching lots of videos. Hopalong however went out by himself, going to squirrels and then onto the casino (Viva Las Vegas), where he spent the best part of 6 hours, getting himself to a position where he was £800 up. Most people would leave at this stage, but no, Hopalong had to keep going, and left the casino £50 down, facing goon.

Saturday saw the return to Chez Didsbury of Ricky Organ, and by the time Squirrel had got back from work, all the residents were sat round drinking. Jayne was also there, and they were joined by Becky, before getting a minibus round to Wes’s for his housewarming party. After large amounts of alcohol, and chatting to various people, the crowds of people there started to disperse, and just before 1 G Man, Hopalong, Ricky Organ and Jayne were in a taxi heading off to the casino (Viva Las Vegas) again. By this stage there were only a few people left drinking at the party, and people were starting to crash out. Wes’s missus, Emily was one of the early casualties, going to bed at 11 complaining of feeling unwell. By about 3 Squirrel and Becky were crashing out on the sofa in Wes’s room, and Ricky Organ, who was £200 down, and Jayne were just leaving the casino (Viva Las Vegas). On arrival back at Chez Didsbury they realised they didn’t have keys, and tried ringing the rest of the residents to come home and let them in. G Man and Hopalong were in a no coverage zone, and Squirrel who had just dozed off, got up and moved to a sofa downstairs in Wes’s house, point blank refused to come home and let them in, even after being offered the taxi fair to do so. G Man and Hopalong left the casino (Viva Las Vegas) at 4 when it shut, and were £100 and £400 up respectively at the time, despite the frantic efforts of Hopalong trying to place bets in panic when finding that it was about to close, and being refused. They arrived back at Chez Didsbury to find Ricky Organ and Jayne christening the porch. The two of them stayed up drinking until it got light and then headed to the garage to get cigarettes and ask for donkey porn. On their way back they rang Squirrel, who once again disturbed from sleep moved to another sofa, while being in the process of being Bgerked.

Sunday saw a quiet day of relaxation in Chez Didsbury, with a new temporary resident arriving in the form of Martin, who was going to be starting temp work at Astra Zeneca. Meanwhile, Wes woke up in his bed with Emily, and somewhat surprisingly Becky, who it turns out was there before him. After dragging himself off the sofa Squirrel joined him in wandering around the house. Cans of Red Stripe beckoned, and whilst Squirrel and Wes attempted to cook breakfast sausages on the barbeque, they started on the beer, much to the obvious disgust of the rest of the party goers that were getting up and trying to pull themselves together. They then sat in the lounge drinking beers with fluorescent Velcro hats on, with felt balls stuck to them. Vicky came to pick Becky up, and most of the party goers left. After a couple of hours of Emily puking and pulling herself together Wes and Squirrel headed to the Friendship for Sunday lunch and to watch the football. Once that was finished they headed to squirrels for more beers and some games of pool, by this stage Wes was feeling the effects, and a taxi to the Metropolitan in Didsbury to meet up with Emily and some of her friends. On last orders, everyone headed home, with Emily having to help Wes to get home. Squirrel stopped for a kebab and wandered back to Chez Didsbury, where everyone else was watching pulp fiction.

Monday saw relaxing big style, Ricky Organ and Jayne went down to London for the day, Hopalong went out to meet Mary and her friend. Squirrel and G Man watched a film, before G Man met up with Hopalong to go to see X2, however it was sold out so they ended up watching Welcome to Collingwood (which is a pile of sh1t by all accounts). Then back home, fajitas and doing sod all. Tuesday night saw Squirrel getting p1ssed off with the length of his hair, and the lack of opportunities to get to the hairdressers, and therefore shaved his own hair, thus leaving it at it’s natural colour, which is the first time most people have seen that. Not only that but we’ve found out that Bruce has shaved his mullet off and is now sporting a number 1. Wednesday saw Ricky Organ at some celebration party to do with work, whilst everyone else relaxed, and this week, there were no Thursday night excursions.

After the sad demise of Rex, there have still been a few donations still coming in this week, which have been added to the total, BUT as of Monday any further donations will have to be returned. The grand total for the appeal now stands at £691.79, 12 Guinea, 58 second & 51 First class stamps, 202 euros, $39.99, 9 Irish Punt, 12 drachma, 71 French Francs, 23 Swiss Francs, 34 Belgium Francs, 1756 Andorran Pesetas, 44 Yen, 301 Australian dollars, 666,666 Italian Lira, 2,056,179 Turkish Lira, 7 Krugerands, 28 Luncheon Vouchers, 124 Green Shield Stamps, £221.50 in postal orders, 14 Esso tokens, £30 worth of Circus Casino (Viva Las Vegas) chips, 71,000 WH Smith club card points, 18,000 Nectar points, 4 Car wash tokens, 5 Milk Tokens, £15 worth of Argos vouchers, £2.50 worth of Mothercare vouchers, £20 worth of Specsavers vouchers and £1420 worth of out of date HMV money off vouchers, thanks to all those that have contributed, and please No more contributions, as some of the less intelligent of you out there may have found out by now, they will be returned.

The dispersal of the remaining funds is now the major concern. It is only fair to let, you the readers (and contributors) decide which good cause we should donate the remaining funds from the Rex appeal to. I have narrowed the list down to five suitable candidates, and over the next couple of weeks, I shall be letting the dedicated fans of Rex, and the general public vote on where the funds should be sent to. The five candidates are, 1. The royal society for the prevention of damage to natural water hazards on golf courses. 2. The golf ball historical society. 3. The international museum of green rollers. 4. The golfers with Alzheimer's hospice, and 5. The Mango protection alliance.

Not only that but the time, date and location has been sorted for the Rex Memorial service. It's going to be held on Sunday, 29^th June 2003, and it's going to be held at the Checketts Road Kingdom Hall in Leicester. If those of you interested in coming, that need directions, you can e-mail the Surerandomality offices, but the chance of a speedy reply is spurious, not genuine and worth fac all. The best thing to do would be to go to streepmap.co.uk and put a search in on that. A word of warning, get there early, as parking can be a right facing nightmare on a Sunday afternoon, as all the local pensioners are already parked all around, while they attend the next door Working's Men Club, for their traditional Sunday afternoon whist drive. Nearly forgot, the time will be 4.30pm.

He was shaken awake, what was it with people shaking him awake today. He prepared to let his latest disturber know exactly what he thought of them, and opened his eyes. There was nobody actually shaking him, and as he took a few seconds to get his bearings and have a look around, he remembered that he was on board a plane. Not only seated, but tied into his seat, on a hijacked plane, now bound for Nyuk. He wondered what had shaken him awake, only to realise that the whole plane was shaking. As he came fully awake, he became aware that there were some people on board screaming, and he looked across the short distance to the cabin door, to see the head honcho of the hijackers leaning into the cabin, and having a heated discussion with one or more of the flight crew. Although there were raised voices, he couldn't actually manage to make out what was being said.

The hijacker came out of the cabin, and looked more concerned than angry, and within seconds the pilot's voice came over the tannoy system.

"Good day, this is your captain speaking. As you may have noticed, the flight today has encountered some very heavy turbulence. The situation is under control, and there is nothing to unduly worry about. The cause of this turbulence, is due to the fact that due to the circumstances on board, and our changed destination, we are not in the normal commercial flight lane, and we are flying somewhat lower than normal. Therefore we are flying into air currents that we would normally avoid, and this is causing the turbulence that is having such an affect on the flight. We expect this turbulence to last for about another 20 minutes, until we turn in to make out decent into Nyuk. For those passengers feeling queasy, it is worth remembering that there are air sickness bags located in the pouches on the back of the seat in front of you. Let me stress again, that there is nothing to be seriously worried about, and I would like to ask all passengers to remain calm. Thank you."

His immediate thought was just how calm the captain had come across as. He wondered whether there was a dealing with hijacking course, that the airlines sent their pilots on, to try and train them how not to lose it in pressure situations like this. Then again, he considered that surely part of a pilot's make up would be the need to remain calm in pressure situations. They wouldn't be much good if they started running around like a headless chicken at the slightest problem. Granted they might be sh1tting themselves, but they knew how to deal with it, and perhaps even got some kind of adrenaline rush from it.

If they were going to be starting their descent in about twenty minutes, then they would be on the ground in Greenland in less than an hour. He still had reservations about how they were going to land this plane anywhere on the godforsaken icicle, and the vision of the plane sliding across the ice like a big silver pen, that a kid had put a ruler under the slide on it. There again the hijackers had obviously planned this lunacy, and therefore had probably considered all that kind of thing carefully. It also dawned on him that supply planes must be able to land, so even if there wasn't a large civilian air strip, it was virtually certain that there would be a military strip big enough.

That only left the question of why on earth would anyone want to go to Greenland, let alone be so desperate to go that they were willing to hijack a plane to get there. He hoped that he would find out why, because he was intrigued. He also hoped that he would get the chance to talk to the two women he had met, but not spoken to. There was so much he needed to ask them both. He suddenly had the chills, as someone had been tap dancing on his grave, and had the notion that he was supposed to be here, and so were the women, and he knew that his part in whatever was going on wouldn't be over when they landed.

In Mel Brooks' 'Silent Movie,' mime Marcel Marceau is the only person who has a speaking role

Pulp Fiction cost $8 million to make - $5 million going to actors' salaries

A full seven percent of the entire Irish barley crop goes to the production of Guinness beer

Why are they called "stands" when they are made for sitting?

Why is it call "after dark" when it really is "after light"?

Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected expected?

Ring Burner (n).

An exceptionally hot curry prepared for the entertainment of the waiters and kitchen staff in Indian restaurants.

A farm boy accidentally overturned his wagonload of corn. The farmer who lived nearby heard the noise and yelled over to the boy, "Hey Willis, forget your troubles. Come in and visit with us. I'll help you get the wagon up later." "That's mighty nice of you," Willis answered, "but I don't think Pa would like me to." "Aw come on boy," the farmer insisted. "Well okay," the boy finally agreed, and added, "but Pa won't like it." After a hearty dinner, Willis thanked his host. "I feel a lot better now, but I know Pa is going to be real upset." "Don't be foolish!" the neighbour said with a smile. "By the way, where is he?" "Under the wagon."

While making the rounds, Dr. Owens points out an X-Ray to a group of medical students. "As you can see," he says, "the patient limps because his left fibula and tibia are radically arched. Amanpreet: What would you do in a case like this?" Preet pondered for a second and answered, "I guess I'd limp, too."

Two mothers were talking about their sons. The first said, "My son is such a saint. He works hard, doesn't smoke, and he hasn't so much as looked at a woman in over two years." The other woman said, "Well, my son is a saint himself. Not only hasn't he not looked at a woman in over three years, but he hasn't touched a drop of liquor in all that time." "My word," the first mother said. "You must be so proud." "I am," the second mother replied. "And when he's paroled next month, I'm going to throw him a big party."

There were 3 sisters, who had all met men, and were to be married. In order to save their parents money, they agreed that it should be a triple wedding, and that they would all spend their wedding nights at the family home. Well, the night of the wedding, the mother needed to go to the toilet, and being inquisitive, tiptoed past all the daughters' rooms. At the eldest daughter's room, she stopped and listened, and heard her daughter laughing, she moved on thinking that this was normal. At the next room, she stopped and listened, and heard her middle daughter screaming, again she moved on thinking that this could be considered normal. Finally she went to the door of her youngest daughter, and listened, but heard nothing, thinking that she would probably be asleep, she went back to bed. The next morning, the 3 girls came down for their breakfast, and the mother asked them how they got on the night before. To the eldest daughter, she explained that she had heard her laughing as she went past, to which the daughter replied, "Well you always told me that if something tickled, then I should laugh" To the middle daughter she explained that she had heard her screaming. "Well mother you always told me that if anything hurt that I should scream." Finally turning to the youngest daughter, she said that she hadn't heard anything, and assumed that she was asleep "No, mother, it's just that you always told me never to speak with my mouth full"

A woman takes a lover during the day, while her husband is at work. One day, her 9-year-old son hides in the closet during one of her romps. Her husband comes home unexpectedly, so she hides the lover in the closet. The little boy says, "It's dark in here." The man whispers, "Yes, it is." Boy - "I have a baseball." Man - "That's nice." Boy - "Want to buy it?" Man - "No, thanks." Boy - "My dad's outside." Man - "OK, how much?" Boy - "$250." In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the mom's lover end up in the closet together. Boy - "It's dark in here." Man - "Yes, it is." Boy - "I have a baseball glove." Man - Remembering last time, asks, "How much?" Boy - "$750." Man - "Fine." A few days later, the father says to the boy, "Grab your ball and glove. Let's go outside and toss the baseball." The boy says, "I can't. I sold them." The father asks, "How much did you sell them for?" The son says "$1,000." The father says, "It's terrible to overcharge your friends like that. That's way more than those two things cost. I'm going to take you to church and make you confess." They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door. The boy says, "It's dark in here." The priest says, "Don't start that sh1t again!"

A young girl who was writing a paper for school came to her father and asked, "Dad, what is the difference between anger and exasperation?" The father replied, "It is mostly a matter of degree. Let me show you what I mean." With that the father went to the telephone and dialled a number at random. To the man who answered the phone, he said, "Hello, is Melvin there?" The man answered, "There is no one living here named Melvin. Why don't you learn to look up numbers before you dial them?" "See," said the father to his daughter. "That man was not a bit happy with our call. He was probably very busy with something and we annoyed him. Now watch...." The father dialled the number again. "Hello, is Melvin there?" asked the father. "Now look here!" came the heated reply. "You just called this number and I told you that there is no Melvin here! You've got a lot of nerve calling again!" The receiver slammed down hard. The father turned to his daughter and said, "You see, that was anger. Now I'll show you what exasperation means." He dialled the same number, and when a violent voice roared, "Hello!" The father calmly said, "Hello, this is Melvin. Have there been any calls for me?"

A profoundly ugly girl went to the psychiatrist. "My life is a mess, doctor," she began, "I am so hideous that no one will associate with me, touch me, or even talk to me. Can you help?" "Why, certainly! Helping people feel much better about themselves is my area of expertise. I can start making you feel more confident about your appearance right here and now." "Oh, I am so grateful! What should I do first?" she asked. "First things first. Just walk over to the other side of the room and lie face down on my couch."

A man walks into a book store and asks the clerk if she could tell him where the "self-help" area is. She replied, "Of course I can, but that would defeat the purpose, now wouldn't it?"

On a tour of England the Pope took a couple of days off to visit the north west coast. His 4 x 4 Pope-Mobile was driving along the golden sands when there was an enormous commotion. They rushed to see what it was and upon approaching the scene the Pope noticed just outside the surf, a helpless man wearing a Man United football jersey, struggling to free himself from the jaws of a 20 foot shark!!! At that moment a speedboat containing three men wearing Manchester City tops roared into view. Spontaneously, one of the men took aim at the shark and fired a harpoon into its ribs, immobilising it instantly. The other two reached out and pulled the Man Utd fan from the water and then, using long clubs, beat the shark to death. They bundled the bleeding, semi - conscious man into the boat along with the dead shark and prepared for a hasty retreat, when they heard frantic calling from the shore.............. It was the Pope, summoning them to the beach. Upon reaching land, the Pope went into raptures about the rescue and said "I give you my blessing for your brave actions.  I'd heard there were racist, xenophobic people trying to divide the people of Britain but now I have seen with my own eyes this is not true". "I can see your society is a truly enlightened example of tribal harmony which could serve as a model for other nations". He blessed them all and drove off. As he departed, the harpoonist asked the others "Who was that?!" "That," one answered "was his Holiness the Pope. He is in direct contact with God and has access to all God's wisdom" "Well," the harpoonist replied, "he knows f**k all about shark fishing. How's the bait holding up or do we need to get another one???"

More parties have been rumoured, and yet again less time for rest. G Man leads the ideas for Friday, with a 21^st at the new sports bar in Manchester, of some girl he bumped into the other week, that he'd last seen somewhere in Australia. The location's close proximity to bar 38, teasers and walkabout means that things could get messy. Meanwhile Blondie and Karen are off to see Justin Timberlake, with the tickets won the other week. Saturday sees Ricky Organ trying to get everyone to go to Vanessa's birthday bash, which has an eighties theme and involves an afternoon of roller skating, followed by a private area reserved in Tiger Tiger, and instructions to bring sleeping bags, and there was me not even knowing that Tiger Tiger doubled as a youth hostel. Sunday brings the last day of this season's premiership, which means that 3 channels with different matches on, somewhere with lots of TV's and various channel capabilities will be required. At least all of this should mean there is no time for the casino (Viva Las Vegas). See y’all next week.

And the transfers

Here’s this week’s random reviews

First up, has to be the somewhat disturbing new song and video from the ones that brought you Danger High Voltage, Electric 6. Called Gay Bar, during it's first viewing's opening bars, Ricky Organ was heard to comment, "This could be a classic", it has lots of people with Amish type beards and hats, pumping iron, and wearing blue vests. It's a hell of a lot more disturbing than their first video, but does the same thing of enticing you in, wondering what the hell is this, and you find yourself trapped, watching in disbelief, until it ends.

Taxi 2 - Well the DVD cover should really have given the game away, with the Uncut quote of "Absolutely Cabulous" across the top. Basically it's exactly the same as the first film, with Daniel, the lunatic unlicensed Mar5eilles taxi driver, who's car now has wings (don't ask), now teaming up, not only with the police, who he despises, but also his potential future father in law. Oh yeah, who just happens to be an Army General, that's a few sandwiches short of a picnic. After the flying car is parachuted into Paris, they have to rescue the Japanese foreign secretary from yazuka thugs. Needless to say, lots of stupid car chases, and the same jokes as the first. Definitely worth taking your brain out for an hour and a half.

First the answer from last week. Yes you facing morons, the answer really was that easy, Bank holiday Monday does fall on a Monday, sh1t even Mr Perrin managed to get that one right and he's not exactly known to be Mr Current Affairs. Anyway the winner was Miss Fatima Grange, from Keswick, Cumbria, who wins the pack of hot cross buns that was found in the back of cupboards last week.

For this week’s competition, the number 28 is both a perfect number and a triangle number, what I want to know is what a perfect number is and what a triangle number is, send the entries to the normal addresses through the normal channels. First out of the hat next Wednesday wins a safety triangle reflector.

TOTAL = 18

CUMMILATIVE TOTAL = 366