
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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At the glorious age of going into town with friends every Saturday and buying excessive amounts of Lynx Africa (entices the ladies dontcha know) and euro-dance CD's, me and a friend hit upon a little scam.
In Virgin Megastore, the price labels used to have a barcode printed on them, but the tills then didn't display any product description. This enabled us to carefully switch the stickers while browsing and obtain £17 import CD's for the labelled price of bargain £8 shit ones. We were only pulled up once by a particularly savvy shop-monkey and denied all knowledge. After a few months, they started including an abreviated title in the barcode info rather than just a category so our scam came to a natural end.
Have that Branson, you cnut!
Length? You'd think he could afford a Remmington trimmer and a decent haircut.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 15:24, Reply)
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