I was burgled once...
Ok didn't witness it but it was quite funny as me and my sister who shared the house didn't realise until an hour after we got home. We lived in a big house in Manchester that we rented off her then boyfriend and lots of students nearby so when we left a window open and a long ladder in the back yard, the junkies who robbed us must of thought it was their lucky day. Unfortunatly instead of lots of computers and tv's and other student paraphanalia they just ended up with a dvd player, (that was broken). The only reason we realised we had been visited was because there was an old biscuit tin open on my bed that contained loads of cheap crap jewellery I had. We owned very little as we were 'living it large',(I think the phrase is), at the time so all our money went on nights out.

Still got rid of the ladder after that though.
( girlinthehole, Sun 17 Feb 2008, 20:32, 3 replies)

Heh. I can relate.
I was listening to Mom and my sister talking about their car alarms, and I commented that I had the best car theft deterrent of all available ones.

"Really? What do you have?" Mom asked.

"A fifteen year old piece of shit. No one wants it but me."
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 18 Feb 2008, 1:16, closed)

Nice
I wouldn't've got rid of the ladder but made some cuts through it half way up to weaken it just enough. Either that, or weaken some of the high rungs...
( M3rx likes the Asian ladies, Mon 18 Feb 2008, 10:06, closed)

Similar to TRL
I've had my bike since I was 12. It's a heavy, rusty thing, with the handlebars bent out of shape from where I've been knocked off a few times. There's hardly any paint left, and I've deliberately rubbed mud over it, and scratched the saddle to look shitty and tatty. Result: a bike that looks crap that no-one wants to steal. It works fine though, so I'm happy with it!
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 18 Feb 2008, 11:05, closed)