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I once received a complaint in work, from the smoking contingent, that the cigarette bin was no longer in the shelter outside.
Strange I thought, but upon venturing outside the bin was indeed missing.
It wasn't until after we'd quizzed the cleaners that we checked the CCTV and noticed a car pulling up to the shelter (it was a large open car park) at 1:30 in the morning, only for a chap to get out and sling the bin (crammed full of dog ends) into his boot and drive off 😕
Whilst on a boys holiday in Magaluf someone stole a used glow stick from our balcony. My mate thought he seen someone but put it down to be slightly boggled.
Probably the same bloke as the one that stole a 3 foot high steel bollard, replete with City of Durham crest, from one of the Durham city centre streets, carried it back to their hall of residence, used it to batter down a mate's door, hid it under their bed, and then returned it the next night.
The really bad thing is that it is not completely stretching credibility that this could have been me. But I wouldn't be able to remember as I spent a lot of the 'Durham years' totally pissed.
My car was stolen which isn't unusual but it turned out it was stolen to be used as a getaway vehicle for whoever stole a pair of parrots from a house across the road.
I slso knew a couple of newcastle ragies who at around 3am stole a rowing boat from the rowing club under the Free Trade on the Quayside.
They made it about 20m up river before capsizing and returning to the beer garden at the free trade to drink out dial a drink takeout while we waited for the pub to open
When I was a student in Brizzle, I lived in the first year in halls and there were no shops nearby that opened at the weekend.
Over a long bank holiday weekend, we ran out of bog roll and had to craftily borrow a cheeky couple of rolls from the union bar and smuggle them out.
We were quite pleased with ourselves until upon waking the next morning we found some other pikey students had broken in to our bathroom and stolen not only the hooky bum paper but also all our shower gels etc and had sprayed my (stripey aquafresh) toothpaste all over the ceiling which nearly lost us our deposit as it would not scrub off.
They left the CD player and iPod which for reasons unknown my flatmate had left in there.
****ing students!!
Our local shop was ram raided once but sadly the thieves were about 12 years too late as that was the last time it was open. The shop front still had full livery and in good condition and even more bizarrely the inside still had some partially stocked shelves, it was owned by a weirdo who lived above it!
We were out walking midweek near Buxton. Parked the car in the middle of nowhere. We got back to my mates car to find the lock had been jacked and they'd nicked..... 3 Cadbury Cream Eggs.
Mate had his works van broken into whilst his was working in a House on a council estate and all they took were his Jaffa cakes.
I once had an exhaust back box stolen.
The really bad thing is that it is not completely stretching credibility that this could have been me. But I wouldn't be able to remember as I spent a lot of the 'Durham years' totally pissed.
Me too. But I can say with a degree of certainty that it wasn't you. I just, for some reason, 'can't remember' who it was.....
When I was a student I kept rats as pets. Alas one day one of my boys slipped off this mortal coil as they are very prone to doing (being rather short lived). Ever the consciencious owner, I dutifully laid his remains within a cardboard box along with some straw to keep him "comfy", wrapped the coffin in a plastic bag and placed it outside in a discreet spot until such time as I could get out to bury him.
When I came to do the deed he was nowhere to be found. And I mean nowhere. We checked the whole basement "pit" and found not a trace. I can only conclude that one of the local opportunists (either of Maryhill or Anderston origins) came down for a nosey, found a nicely wrapped package and took it off for later examination.
I hope he was tucking into a his dinner at the time he found himself clutching a wide-eyed, cold, dead, very stiff rat with enormous balls.
My wife's car was broken into in Bradford. The thieves took nothing at all, but left behind a box of cassette tapes (all crap).