Well PC just came and did his thing, success.
Two yooves nicked, one bike returned, bang to rights, all done and dusted.
And he declined tea, but was born in the house across the road.
The story is thus:
“Scrotes steal bike, attempt Crack Converters sale, neighbour of owner sees bike being wheeled at pace out of said drugs4goods establishment and up into the streets, flags me down and asks if i’ve seen aforementioned reprobates.”
I am on my bike.
“Chris finds bike in bushes after passing aforementioned pondlife who made audible, significant comment about being better off stealing my kind of bike before scarpering”.
fin