Alnwick
Not about shoplifting and not about me. It's the tale of the bright sparks from Alnwick Northumberland

In the early 80's a bunch of hardmen decided to rob the local branch of TSB. So they made some stocking masks, pinched a getaway van and aquired some shotguns. - Alnwick is a farming area so the guns were easy. And off they pop to rob the local bank.

The first part of the plan went without a hitch. They made it to the bank and charged in, shotties at the ready.

"GIVE US ALL OF YOUR MONEY" yelled the leader pointing the shotgun at the terrified staff.

Well one cashier was a bit more switched on than the rest.

"There's no notes here. Only coins. The notes were taken away for counting at the weekend and they're not due back until noon."

"THEN GIVE ALL YOUR COINS" roared Mr Shouty.

So the bank staff handed over about three thousand quid in coins. Mainly silver, 50ps, 20ps, 10ps and 5s..... The pound coin had only being recently introduced and the bank had very few of them

So, loot in hand, Mr Shouty and his mates ran outside and jumped in the van. And off they went into the sunset. They'd done it. They'd successfully robbed a bank and got away with it.

So that night the whole gang were down the local boozer. They were buying drinks for anyone and everyone, paying in 50ps or 20ps, and singing "TSB - the bank that likes to say YES!" (and old TSB advertising jingle for no Brits)

The next day the leaders girlfriend turns up at the local Co-op and buys a whole shitload of electrical goods, about $1000 worth and pays cash. In 50p pieces.

So of course, the inevitable happens and the law turn up at the gangs houses and nick them all.

"Who grassed us up?" asked the leader as he was led away.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 11 Jan 2008, 1:31, Reply)