I seem to have a knack
for finding small amounts of cash, drugs and weaponary. It's uncanny, I'm like a bloody sniffer dog. In the 7 years I've lived here, I've found:

£35; £20; 2 eighths of grass, on separate occasions, on the same five yard bit of pavement between here and the bus stop; a bag of unidentified white powder, about 2 grams, on the bus, picked it up but tipped it down the bog at home (even I'm not that daft, i was tempted for a second though); a can of CS gas, in the lost property box, at work! (Illegal to possess in this country, offensive weapon, but an American colleague had found it and thought nothing of it - he was from Texas); an ounce of Golden Virginia; and a fiver about ten minutes ago whilst walking the dog.

The clincher though was pocketing a pen at work, a silvery metal biro, pretty cheap looking, it fell out of a book and just seemed like any other office biro.

It stayed in my coat pocket for about a week, before I pulled it out whilst sat at a table of about ten people in the pub to have a communal crack at the crossword.

I scribbled a bit with it, but no joy. Shook it, licked it, but it wouldn't work. I pulled the barrel open to see if there was any ink in the wee biro tube, and fuck me if it wasn't one of these:



Certainly not what you'd expect to find in a library, and I'd had it on my person, in public, for over a week. Thankfully my drinking partners believed the tale and didn't think I was a nutter - no one could fake that sort of surprise, I nearly wasted beer.
(Udidin is chuffed to have made the newsletter, Sat 8 Nov 2008, 16:33, 2 replies)

that pen
might actually be mightier than the sword!
(Roopy all is not what it seams, Sat 8 Nov 2008, 17:22, closed)

Looks like it would be slippery and difficult to hold when covered in blood.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Sat 8 Nov 2008, 18:24, closed)