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grew up in Belfast and back in about 1990 I had my car nicked from outside my parents' home the morning after I got back from uni at the end of term. First I knew about it was when I went to drive into town and it wasn't there; my sister had been up for a few hours and hadn't thought it worth mentioning that my car had vanished because, I quote, "I thought maybe you'd loaned it to somebody". Reported it to the police, and within the hour it turned up in a rather sorry state in a cul-de-sac a couple of miles away. The police very kindly gave me a lift there, asked me to identify it, then asked me to see if it would start. "But," they said, "would you mind waiting until we've driven the landrover around the corner before you put the key in? There might be a bomb attached to the ignition." Cheers for that, lads.
(Wong Fei-Hung - now with added flickr.com (see profile), Thu 22 Apr 2010, 17:38, Reply)