I witnessed a crimeFreddy 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...
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chthonic, Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
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More drunken self-interest than have a go hero.I'm jammy enough to be spending a year at uni in France. One of the best things about Strasbourg is its cycle friendliness. This means lots of bikes and lots of bike thievery
It's fair to say that when I got here I was a bit naive. One morning I woke up to find my front wheel was missing. I was understandably miffed at this but acknowledged my fault in not securing my bike well enough, put it down to experience and made a mental note not to be so thick in future.
Fast forward a couple of nights and me and some friends are getting back to where we live after a night out. Just as we're walking down the street a guy and a girl stop by my one-wheeled-wonder and seem to be showing a lot of interest in the saddle.
Now to put it in context this is the week after Scotland beat France in Paris, pre-match I'd made a pact to wear my kilt for a week should we win. So naturally I'm kilted.
So thinking "Ok I'm already down a wheel, I'm not losing my saddle as well" I put on the angry drunken Scotsman routine ( not hard seing as I actually was angry and drunk), approach and ask the couple what they think they're doing.
To their limited credit the bastards were pretty honest about their plan- "We're taking this saddle mate". So I rewarded their honesty with some of my own- "Firstly you're not my mate, and secondly that's mine and you're not taking it anywhere."
Not really trusting them that much not to come back I decided to take the saddle inside with me. They realise their luck isn't in, but as a parting shot your man decides to tell me that I shouldn't be leaving a one-wheeled bike outside. So I tell him in no uncertain terms that I'm not going to have thieving scum tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing.
And that is the rather dull and boring story of how I still have a saddle.
(, Thu 14 Feb 2008, 18:52, 1 reply)
Hangover the next morning?I bet you were feeling saddle sore :o)
(, Fri 15 Feb 2008, 11:43, closed)
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