pssst
I have no idea why I chose to go to sunderland university, but I did. silly, really.
Anyway, in my third year I was living near a trippy hippy shop. Coming back after an evening lecture, there was someone mooching around the doorway. I got to my door, put the key in and was just about to turn it when I heard a, "Pssst!" "Oh, leave me alone," I thought, and carried on, but there came another, more insistent, "Pssssst!"
I went over to see what this chap wanted and near recoiled in horror. He had a spider's web tattoo across half his face - classy! - and at most two blackened stumps in his mouth.
"Oi, mate, is this shop anything to do with you," he drooled. "No," said I. "That's all right, then," he continued, "cos I'm just about to rob it." "Oh," was my stunned response. "Yeah, I've already got the glass out and I'm waiting for the coast to clear." "Nope, nothing to do with me," I said, and wished him good luck in his venture.
Sure enough, the next morning there was a sign in the shop window saying it was closed due to a break-in.
Good god, his haul must have amounted to a few bongs, pipes and seeds. Hardly worth it.
I felt a small twinge of guilt about not reporting it, but hell, he knew where I lived.

"pop" etc...
( nightbuffalo needs more duct tape, Sun 17 Feb 2008, 19:36, 1 reply)

I went to sunderland uni as well.
christ, what a shithole of a town.
(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Sun 17 Feb 2008, 23:03, closed)