Theft
My first car was stolen from outside my workplace when I was in the middle of a three hour cover shift. My favourite guitar was in the boot (since I'd just come back from band practice) and also a painting done by my best friend.

After a furious few hours, the car was found in the local awfully-rough council estate, mostly un-fucked with the steering lock on, just so, you know, the thieves made sure no other fucker would steal it.
(Hernandez Fiendish probably won't be here until at least, say, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 11:27, 5 replies)

Did you get
the guitar and the painting back, or had the little scrotes taken them?
( Fronds are waving gently on, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 11:46, closed)

sadly
the guitar was long gone. The painting was there, as a kind of bonus bad review of my friend's artistic skills.
(Hernandez Fiendish probably won't be here until at least, say, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 11:50, closed)

Bah!
Reminds me of when I came back to my bicycle to find that some arse had nicked the nice chunky lock, and left the bike behind...
( Fronds are waving gently on, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 11:56, closed)

imagine
if they'd nicked the seat as well as the lock. would you still ride it home?
(Hernandez Fiendish probably won't be here until at least, say, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 11:59, closed)

That reminds me of the time I got mugged
by 4 sturdy youths in the park, who rifled through my student rucksack, sniffed at my assorted CDs and rubbish old walkman, and left without taking a thing.

I was left waving after them shouting "What's wrong with Elvis Costello you philistines!"
(zootius, Mon 26 Apr 2010, 16:11, closed)