I know this has probably been done before, but another thread reminded me of when I had the Exhaust stolen off my car.

Nothing else, just the Exhaust.

My mate had his van broken into and they only took his packet of Jaffa Cakes.

Any other good stories about random stuff going ?

My clean laundry.

My clean laundry.

Which immediately reminds me of a mate who came back from uni, his Mum did all his washing, hung it on the line then they all went out for lunch. Came back to find naff all on the line.
Except his Sunderland shirt.

True story.

A hose pipe and an empty hippo bag.

A length of 3″x2″…had 4 length in the drive one day, went to use them and there were only 3!

An ancient Dunlop inflatable boat.
It was a total shed, was kept out the back of our industrial unit, was a total PITA to get out when we took it to Cornwall each summer. It weighed a tonne. Trailer was probably dangerous but one morning it was gone…
Half expect to see it on one of those Lifeboat TV shows some day..

Pair of manky old trainers (and the glasses that were inside them).

Slept at an Aire on the way back from a winter climbing trip to the Alps. Bivied next to my car and awoke in the morning to find the trainers gone. They were the only pair I had so ended up driving the rest of the journey in the inner boots of my mountaineering plastics. Raised eyebrows when the car was searched at customs. Probably worse was driving without my glasses though!

A friend had a tree stolen from his front garden. It wasn’t new, had been there years, but wasn’t enormous. Just middle tree size. They cut it off, left a stump, took the tree.

not taken, but left behind

Car stolen
police chased it into a wall driver ran away
leaving my POS Astra full of stolen loo roll, eggs and baby oil

My virginity.

(Someone had to say it!)

Some dickwipe smashed the window on Mrs Futtocks car when she worked at Leeds General Infirmary & stole…….her one & only….ice scraper.

A customer of mine, years ago, a farmer, had a Bedford TK cattle truck.
He went to start it one morning ready for a trip to the mart but there was nothing when he turned the key, so he thought the battery was flat. He checked the battery but was more than slightly dismayed to find the whole engine was missing. (Bedford engines were very popular in Hong Kong at the time apparently)

A colleague of my dad’s got home from holiday to find his front drive had been stolen.

A pair of Reebok walking boots – whilst I was still wearing them!

23 years ago now – I went on holiday to Spain with a mate’s family – can’t remember where now but it was a caravan park holiday. We’d been out to the welcome party (which was 4 days after we had arrived) – I’d been swimming in the sea that day and had managed to get my trainers soaked – so I’d left them out to dry rather than wear them that night so they didn’t start stinking. I only had a pair of walking boots as my other shoes (I’d planned on disappearing for some walks in the hills whilst there).

Anyway, I got properly trolleyed on the Sangria and ended up getting back to the caravan around 02:00 – it was very warm and I thought I’d sit on the doorstep and have 5 minutes just to relax.

I woke up the next morning – still in the doorway – but without any socks or shoes on. I was convinced I’d got myself undressed but only socks and shoes were off – and neither were in, on, around, under or near the caravan. I think as I’d been asleep on the doorstep with my legs hanging out the door, someone else came along and removed my socks and shoes whilst I was so drunk to have not noticed.

Mate and his family turned the caravan upside down to try to find them, but they never turned up.

Friend had a brand new Shogun took it back to dealers for a 6 week check or similar, hour later phone call you had best come in to the garage , got there to be shown he had had the front drive shafts stolen, whittled it down to a weekend in Liverpool doing a track day previous week, was told it was an hour to two hour job to remove them!! Think it cost him about £1K, another time side window smashed , cigarettes stolen , laptop and phone left!!

My virginity.

(Someone had to say it!)

Breaking and entering?

A GT RTS-3. It belonged to my mum. I’m surprised they didn’t bring it back.

Parcel shelf for a 2001 Renault scenic

A lamb. It was a very photogenic and trusting bottle-fed one. A few months after it went missing, it was mysteriously returned to the field, in desperate need of worming and covered in its own poo.

A box of Christmas decorations. Yep. All the little things my grandma had made for me to hang on the tree over the course of my childhood gone.

But I’m not bitter.

A pack of paracetamol – someone put the window through on my car, left the CDs & the old mobile phone! Think my wallet was even in the somewhere too

Not stolen from me , but I stole them – apples – from a greengrocer in town with my best friend.

However that same friend’s dad owned the other greengrocer in town and if we asked we could have had as many apples as we could carry 🙂

Cheap prescription sunglasses and the keys to a house nearly 100 miles away.

Neighbour accused me of stealing underwear off his clothes line.
I near shat his pants.

All the energy saving light bulbs from the equipment store at the outdoor centre – including the ones illuminating 40 new fangled mountain bikes, circa 1996. The folk in Kirkcudbright are odd 😉

A 7′ x 18′ security fencing panel.

Was pissed. Thought I might grow beans up it or something.

Carried it for two miles through central Hull.

The Plod were either asleep or having a right old laugh that night.

My grandfather used to send me Dinky Toy cars from the UK when I lived in the US, I had a friend who used to nick them.
I’d go around, see the cars and nick them back.
A week later they’d be back in his place.

My Mother didn’t believe me despite my protestations (of a stroppy 8 yr old) until she came around unannounced, whilst I was there.. she saw them all over the floor.

I won.
I got an apology.
He got a slap.

The friendship ended.

All at my current place of work:

A 2015 calendar, stolen in November 2015.
Every pair of scissors in the office.
All the teaspoons.
A broken keyboard.

matt_outandabout – Member
All the energy saving light bulbs from the equipment store at the outdoor centre – including the ones illuminating 40 new fangled mountain bikes, circa 1996. The folk in Kirkcudbright are odd

A church hall I lived near as a kid had a dark, walled in, off street car park. They’d never had any trouble, thefts or break-ins before, but saved up and put in some security lights just in case. The night after they installed them, they all got nicked.

A lamb

Choplifters.

security fencing panel.

Stolen to border.

Boot of car, joyride, everything back except Stravinsky cassette and ice axe. Shudders.

My MkII Golf got done in a rather unsavoury part of bristol one day. Apart from my Blaupunkt slide mount and about £100 worth of CD’s, they took….. A three pack of mint flavoured Durex with one left! 😯 W the actual f??

My spare shirt. Left at work for commuting, 2 shirts the same, but one blue checked, one brown.
The blue one was nicked, never saw it again. Wasn’t even clean.

The side trim from the front passenger door of our Vivario van whilst we were out for a paddle on Windermere! Year later still not got round to replacing it!

Bag containing the smelliest rock shoes in the world. Must have been an unpleasant surprise. 😀

Commode chair

Wife wanted a old style chair to sit and feed the baby. Bought one on ebay, I collected it in the van left it in the living room when i went to work next day. She called me upset that Id left a **** toilet in the living room. She got our neighbor to put in the drive for me to take to the dump. Someone stole it before I returned home saving me a trip.

I have had a bike rack for a CRV rear wheel by our wheelie bins for two weeks now and unfortunately no one has stolen it.

Years ago someone broke into my old Ford Escort,left the car but stole the ‘Crooklock’ which was locked to the steering wheel at the time! 🙄

Eight samples bags of soil from a Morrison’s car park.

A completely shagged Casio watch that I’d been wearing for almost a year of climbing, trekking and travelling in the Andes. Ripped off my wrist on a busy street in Lima. Scruffy gringo climber 1, Peruvian street thieves: 0.

Big bag of old cycling kit. Team manager wouldn’t issue new kit unless you brought him the old kit back. Anything that was salvageable either went to the emergency spares box or a cycling charity in Africa somewhere (if it was out of date, but good condition).

The crap (man it really was crap, ripped, bloodstains, completely worn out, see through) went to the tip. I know how bad it was, as i did most of the sorting out. I wore gloves to do most of it.

They stole the bag that was going to the tip.

Probably a 150 bits of kit. Team probably paid 10 grand for it. Couldn’t even use it as rags (lycra rags are useless).

a pair of jeans…mid wash from a friend’s student flat in Liverpool. whole bunch of washing a drying machines in the basement, machine was jimmed open and my (no name cheapo) jeans were nicked, water and suds all over the floor.

just…weird.