Aberdeen - Theiving Jock Beyatches.
In an Aberdeen nightclub with a group of navy buddies, having a few drinks and I'm approached by 3 young ladies who seem to want to get to know old el'griffo a little better.
I join them at their table, engage in witty and comical banter. I offer to buy them a drink, this will defo cement my place in history and acheive the utopia of a MFFF.
I take their order, go to the bar and get served - when it comes to paymemnt for said refreshments i reach for my wallet......hmm, not in my pocket. i look back to where i am sitting.............hmm no girls.
The theiving witches had poached me wallet and legged it.
Turns out that they spent £2500 pounds on my credit card on fags that night at various service stations. Hope they got cancer.
(GreatGriff, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 12:52, 2 replies)

2 and a half grand?!
On fags?!

Surely they could have found something better to spend all that money on, even in deepest darkest Aberdeen
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 16:05, closed)

gruttered... mighty miffing...
I wonder how I haven't had that pulled on me, but then I remember, I look like I don't own a wallet let alone have money in it.

Fags are good currency! I doubt they were worried about the profit loss calculations.
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Fri 10 Apr 2009, 3:25, closed)