Furness Road, Manchester - Ballet of the Stolen Goods
Allegedly - we discovered after we moved in - one of the most burgled streets in England. Being students and owning approximately naff all between us this didn't bother us much.

Our fun crime was, as one night I was getting slowly more and more caned with my good mate Rob and his friend Jack Daniels, we heard a burglar alarm. Ooh, some excitement... so we looked out and could see naff all happening except the house opposites alarm light flashing merrily away to the wee-woo rythym. I'm surprised a spontaneous rave didn't break out.

But lo! In pre mobile phone surprisingly co-ordinated action for scallies, a battered fiesta screeched to a halt outside the house. From the houses' front door poured an army of dodgy mancs with armfuls of shabby electronics who piled in to said fiesta which then disappeared apace. There was a ballet like poetry to it all.

Of course, such sights go a long way toward explaining why next year, when we moved into a new house on the same road there was a nice hole in the wall where the boiler should have been venting because according to the landlord some feckers had been down the street and taken every boiler and he wasn't putting a new one in until the house was occupied.

Nice place. Only got mugged the once. Was probably (in the eyes of the law) responsible for more crime in my time there :)
(incrediblemonkeydoctor www.rantatsomeone.com - go on, have a rant, Mon 18 Feb 2008, 1:45, Reply)