Pub sign theft.
This literally happened an hour ago and I'm still not entirely over it. Maybe venting will help.

There's a pub 5 minutes from my house. It recently closed, and all the windows and doors have been boarded up, it's a sad night. A week and a half ago, my nan was talking about said pub, and mentioned that she wishes she could get into contact with the ex owner of the pub so she could buy the 'D' from the sign.

I remembered this today, and after getting suitable pissed with a friend, we decided this 'D' would make an awesome christmas present. We snuck into the beer garden by all climbing over a dodgy fence (destroying it in the process), and then then clambered through a thorny bush. Although we were both covered in scratches, we considered this a victory in itself, and celebrated accordingly ( shouting about being king of the world etc). We turned over a picnic bench, and then used it to climb onto the roof of the pub. We then stole the D, somehow managed to get down (my ankle still hurts) and ran off shouting and screaming about our victory.

Being as we're both losers, this was the most exciting thing we've possibly ever done. So when we felt we'd run far enough to not arouse any nosey neighbours suspicions, we sat down for a post heist cigerette and can of Koppaberg.

Whilst we recounted our exciting tale of peril and genius, I was spinning the D on my wrist.

And then I dropped it.

And it smashed.
(Pixelpops, Mon 24 Dec 2007, 2:59, 1 reply)

D'oh!
That's the sort of thing I'd do...

*comforts*
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Thu 3 Jan 2008, 11:02, closed)