I witnessed a crime
Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."
Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."
Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
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Gorton (part 2)
Running through my part of Manchester is a network of foot/ cycle paths that follow the route of what I presume was once a railway. Every so often there is a large metal gate, and access to the paths also requires passing metal bollards. All this is to prevent joyriding. It ought to be impossible to get a car up there.
One of these paths passes not far from my house. Shortly after I moved in, I arrived home from the office to see a pall of black smoke obscuring the sky. I hopped on my bike to investigate: the smoke seemed to be coming from close to where the path leads.
Not just close, as it turns out. I have no idea how it was possible, but someone had managed to get a silver BMW onto the path, driven it to the spot where the path passed over the A57, and torched it. I and a crowd of others arrived before the emergency services, and we watched watched as the melting rubber of the tyres dripped onto the smouldering asphalt and the interior was cremated.
We may have flinched a little as the fuel tank exploded.
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 14:07, Reply)
Running through my part of Manchester is a network of foot/ cycle paths that follow the route of what I presume was once a railway. Every so often there is a large metal gate, and access to the paths also requires passing metal bollards. All this is to prevent joyriding. It ought to be impossible to get a car up there.
One of these paths passes not far from my house. Shortly after I moved in, I arrived home from the office to see a pall of black smoke obscuring the sky. I hopped on my bike to investigate: the smoke seemed to be coming from close to where the path leads.
Not just close, as it turns out. I have no idea how it was possible, but someone had managed to get a silver BMW onto the path, driven it to the spot where the path passed over the A57, and torched it. I and a crowd of others arrived before the emergency services, and we watched watched as the melting rubber of the tyres dripped onto the smouldering asphalt and the interior was cremated.
We may have flinched a little as the fuel tank exploded.
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 14:07, Reply)
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