I stole
When I was a kid, about eight or nine, I started shoplifting. Don't know why. I half-inched a load of stuff from Woollies and the toy shop. One afternoon after school I left my much younger brother to walk home whilst I went to Rackhams and pilfered something I'd seen the week before. Just remembering this makes me feel sick with shame.
My dad also used to collect money from people playing the Pools. I found out where he kept the money and started nicking 50p here, 50p there, when after a few weeks I was lifting about ten quid (a shit load of money for a kid back in the mid-70s). I used this money to buy DoodleArts and sweets.
Don't know how the wrinklies knew but they found out that I pinched something from Woollies (a battery for my torch). My mum cried, my dad looked devastated but I was amazed they hadn't found out about my life of crime prior to that. I'd be dead if they had. Or marched down to the cop shop for a stiff talking to.
Suffice to say that after seeing how bummed my parents were, I never shoplifted again and as some ironic punishment I feel guilty as an adult for just about everything.
Now, you could leave a bundle of notes right by me and I wouldn't be tempted.
Although, to my mate realmofconfusion, I did borrow a couple of your DVDs when I was looking after your place when you and Mrs realmofconfusion were on honeymoon. Only the crap ones that I couldn't be arsed buying...
(Ghostlight, Fri 31 Aug 2007, 17:03, Reply)