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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master criminal bike theft
picture the scene - three scullers out with their coach on a saturday afternoon, on the river trent. we scull past the waterside estate - one of the more salubrious districts in the greater burton area. actually, a total hole.
the tranquility of the scene is shattered by a yell from a chav on the bank - hes telling us he has stolen our bikes from the rowing club. low and behold the bikes he and his two accomplices are on belong to the three of us on the water. quite why he chose to draw attention to this is beyond me.
i beach my boat, an old clinker thing, and leg it into the estate just in time to see the house they bolt into. we then scull back to the club and our coach, digger, drives us back to the estate looking for them.
we catch them by the leicester line bridge - an old railway bridge now in disuse. i actually chase one up the embankment and collar the little oik halfway across the river.
while in total denial, said oiks are frogmarched back to the house - where a very young very angry mum reunites us with bits that had already been stripped from the bike, while imploring us 'not to call the old bill'
very exciting.
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 17:36, Reply)
picture the scene - three scullers out with their coach on a saturday afternoon, on the river trent. we scull past the waterside estate - one of the more salubrious districts in the greater burton area. actually, a total hole.
the tranquility of the scene is shattered by a yell from a chav on the bank - hes telling us he has stolen our bikes from the rowing club. low and behold the bikes he and his two accomplices are on belong to the three of us on the water. quite why he chose to draw attention to this is beyond me.
i beach my boat, an old clinker thing, and leg it into the estate just in time to see the house they bolt into. we then scull back to the club and our coach, digger, drives us back to the estate looking for them.
we catch them by the leicester line bridge - an old railway bridge now in disuse. i actually chase one up the embankment and collar the little oik halfway across the river.
while in total denial, said oiks are frogmarched back to the house - where a very young very angry mum reunites us with bits that had already been stripped from the bike, while imploring us 'not to call the old bill'
very exciting.
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 17:36, Reply)
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