Shoplifting
When I was young and impressionable and on holiday in France, I followed some friends into a sweet shop and we each stole something. I was so mortified by this, I returned them.
My lack of French hampered this somewhat - they had no idea why the small English boy wanted to add some chews to the open box, and saw it as an attempt by a nasty foreigner oik to contaminate their stock. Not my best day.
What have you lifted?
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
When I was young and impressionable and on holiday in France, I followed some friends into a sweet shop and we each stole something. I was so mortified by this, I returned them.
My lack of French hampered this somewhat - they had no idea why the small English boy wanted to add some chews to the open box, and saw it as an attempt by a nasty foreigner oik to contaminate their stock. Not my best day.
What have you lifted?
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
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Kleptomania Competition
Whilst at school a group of us ended up using the local news agent to test our increasingly daring thievery. It had all started with kids stealing a couple of "needed items", like sweets that they couldn't afford, and pooling the loot to share it out. This moved on to getting pr0n, slipping it inside a regular newspaper, before purchasing only the paper. Soon though we were stealing for the sake of it, really testing our "skills". I remember stuffing chewing gum up sleeves whilst casually chatting the shop keeper before whilst walking out picking up the largest Toblerone you can get and simply walking with it held out in front of me. As I said, we were increasingly taking pointless risks, not because we really needed any of what we stole, but simply to brag about what we could get. We had no Fagan, to pimp us out of our goods, and we were careful not to brag about what we did outside of our group (though, we were seemingly recruiting so we can’t have been that tactile).
It all came to an abrupt halt however when one morning, one of the newer members got grabbed whilst pocketing a small stapler of all things. He scrabbled away from the clutches of the shop keeper and raced away up to school – however he left a rather obvious clue… his school blazer with obligatory name tag sewn in. Said shop keeper told school who of course call in young Siegfried (I shit you not), who then blabbed his little heart out. On the plus side, there were about ten or fifteen of us by that point, so punishment was not as severe as it could well have been. In fact a ticking off by the local bobby and a couple of hours helping out the shop keeper with some chores (it was a quaint village rather than as it sounds being in the 1950s) was about it.
On the whole this ended my life of crime, however, some of those skills still come in handy. It still amazes me how often you can get through security at a festival etc by carrying a small rack sack over your head. Or by laying on a little charm and being blatant whilst doing something you're not meant to.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 13:43, 2 replies)
Whilst at school a group of us ended up using the local news agent to test our increasingly daring thievery. It had all started with kids stealing a couple of "needed items", like sweets that they couldn't afford, and pooling the loot to share it out. This moved on to getting pr0n, slipping it inside a regular newspaper, before purchasing only the paper. Soon though we were stealing for the sake of it, really testing our "skills". I remember stuffing chewing gum up sleeves whilst casually chatting the shop keeper before whilst walking out picking up the largest Toblerone you can get and simply walking with it held out in front of me. As I said, we were increasingly taking pointless risks, not because we really needed any of what we stole, but simply to brag about what we could get. We had no Fagan, to pimp us out of our goods, and we were careful not to brag about what we did outside of our group (though, we were seemingly recruiting so we can’t have been that tactile).
It all came to an abrupt halt however when one morning, one of the newer members got grabbed whilst pocketing a small stapler of all things. He scrabbled away from the clutches of the shop keeper and raced away up to school – however he left a rather obvious clue… his school blazer with obligatory name tag sewn in. Said shop keeper told school who of course call in young Siegfried (I shit you not), who then blabbed his little heart out. On the plus side, there were about ten or fifteen of us by that point, so punishment was not as severe as it could well have been. In fact a ticking off by the local bobby and a couple of hours helping out the shop keeper with some chores (it was a quaint village rather than as it sounds being in the 1950s) was about it.
On the whole this ended my life of crime, however, some of those skills still come in handy. It still amazes me how often you can get through security at a festival etc by carrying a small rack sack over your head. Or by laying on a little charm and being blatant whilst doing something you're not meant to.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 13:43, 2 replies)
Petty Pilfering
Ah! The old slipping a magazine inside a newspaper trick, I used that many times back in the day, buying the News of the World and discreetly placing FHM or Loaded inside.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 14:01, closed)
Ah! The old slipping a magazine inside a newspaper trick, I used that many times back in the day, buying the News of the World and discreetly placing FHM or Loaded inside.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 14:01, closed)
It's true..
Confidence and a strong sense of entitlement can get you a hell of long way.
Act like you're allowed, and more often than not you are.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 17:47, closed)
Confidence and a strong sense of entitlement can get you a hell of long way.
Act like you're allowed, and more often than not you are.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 17:47, closed)
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