Hmm
I'm not sure who's in more need of help - frankspencer or Cap'n Haddock...

At Uni I was lucky enough to share a house with an ex-con (GBH and ABH). Really. I'm not going to go into full detail as he was a nutter, threatened me in a nightclub with a bundle of pain while the bouncers watched unless I paid him and my landlady was a dodgy as they come - safety regulations - NOT!

Anyhoo

I kept a diary - it was a Dear nnn (I'm not telling) kind of diary. Anyway, it was in my room. In a safe box which had my diary, jewellery and some money* in it - I came back after having been home one weekend and the safe box had been nicked. By the ex-con. He made up some shitty excuse about someone breaking in and stealing it and the TV and some shit about them throwing the remote control at him.

But they (he) left my brand new Technics Hi Fi...

I was mortified as I'd lost 2 years of diary and I was worried. No need as the dumb fuck probably couldn't read anyway - and there's no chance he'll be on here as he's probably inside being bum raped. (Even though this was 10 years ago, apparently I'm still angry about it....)

* Money? Well, as far as the insurance company was concerned it had money in it.

Length, girth? Check. Now. Hold. Still....
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Fri 2 Feb 2007, 11:38, Reply)