
in Manchester (when I was a student) a bunch of us drunkenly pinched a big huge diversion sign, and for reasons that escape me were carrying it home. A dark blue van pulled up, so we decided that it was the police, who wanted to have some stern words with us. So we hurled the sign over a nearby garden wall, and started to sheepishly mill around. The bloke in the van wound down the window and asked us to (and I quote) 'Get that fucking sign out of my garden'.
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Sun 5 Jan 2003, 21:39,
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