Cambridge to Paignton (1999)
Long way that. I went on the train, cos I was going to pick up a car. (Triumph Spitfire if you're interested).

I had in my pocket, a little brown envelope with £4500 in. It was in £20s, so the envelope wouldn't shut, and you could see it was a big wadge of cash, so I was careful to keep it safely tucked in my trousers.

Somewhere further south than London, I decided it'd be a good idea to visit the train lav, have a big piss, and check the money was all there. So I went in, counted it, put it on the little shelf thing by the window, and had a big piss.

About half an hour later, when I'd sprinted back to the lav, ice cold sweat and utter fear of god inside me, it was still there.

Bit of luck, but scary as arseholes.

As it turned out, the floor fell through on the car about a week after I'd got it home, so it'd maybe have been a blessing if I'd lost the money after all. Or better still, been hit by the train before I even got on it. Urgh.

Edit: I've had lots more working for banks, but that doesn't really count cos it wasn't mine, and I only nicked any once. (See previous QOTW).

Edit Edit: If we're counting anything, I handle (electronically) around £20m quid every night when I'm working. Cos it's my job, like. But I physically can't leave that on a trian. Although if I REALLY wanted to, I could stop it all going where it should and lots and lots of reasonably sized businesses would be very unhappy. And slightly poorer for 24 hours or so.
( Tone Depear fucking rocks, Thu 22 Jun 2006, 20:58, Reply)