Pea roast of wanton thievery.
Traffic island bollards (you know white and yellow, about 3 foot high, blue arrow to tell you which side to drive).

I fancied one for my room and aware of road works nearby where said items had been spotted waiting to be installed some days earlier. Gather friends, discuss plan: park up, grab item, bundle in boot, leave: easy.

Turn up around midnight only to discover that roadworks are now complete and bollards very much attached to traffic island..."Not to worry chaps, back in a mo'" announces Rab C and he totters off under the bright street lights gathering momentum like a wildebeest crossing the vast savannah as we bear witness to the sight of a man rugby tackling a traffic bollard removing it almost completely unscathed from its concrete bed before returning with it and depositing it in the boot of the car all in full sight of passing traffic.

Stunned silence followed by uncontrollable laughter followed by nervous drive home followed by parental query as to why part of the tax payers local infrastructure is cluttering up the garage.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 26 Apr 2012, 15:54, Reply)