M. S. and J. A. were fucking in the elevator, and their boss caught them. They fervently thank Saint Pancras with the present retablo because they only received a money penalty but weren’t fired.

I thank with this retablo for the number of fines I got at the same radar located at the 175 km of N1 in direction to Burgos didn’t go over 51 and I stopped sponsoring of this highway segment. (Since 50 fines at the same radar was enough punishment.)

Saint Jude Thaddeus, thank you for all your favors. It seemed I was loosing my mind when I got in the river completely naked. One and half year before, my boyfriend Pepe had drowned at the very same place. A lady saw me there and reported to the police. They came looking for me, and then I spent three days at a police station until my mother and my sister came after me. They payed the fine, and then I was taken from there with the psychologist. Few months later, I was doing better mentally, since I had been at the edge of going crazy.

Angela Moreno
Cuernavaca, Morelos, 1965

Being under the effects of a bad combination of spliff, beer, vodka and absinthe, I forgot that cars circulate on the wrong side of the road in this country. The Holy Angels sent a police officer on time before a 73 ran me over. I didn’t lose my life, just £100 fine. Thank you, Angels.

Santiago
Hoxton, 2007