Car boot - I'm soooo angry

[Drew]

Did a car boot yesterday in Leeds, selling off some of my stuff before we leave the UK - lots of stuff sold at ridiculously low prices. My last experience of going to a bootie was about 8 years ago when it was a civilised affair. This time, I had people trying to haggle me down from 3 quid for a cordless drill - what's the world coming to? Anyway - reason for real anger is this - I was flogging a stud extraction tool on a half inch bar for £1.50 and SOMEBODY NICKED IT - not the bar, just the tool. So... some low life, who would have got the tool for a quid decides to pocket it.

Bah

Anyone else had any of the following
Mega bargain
Mega rip off
Cool story of human kindness

Some of the latter might just put me back into my normal good mood

[Stesh]

Would this be one of the reasons why your leaving?

[uwila]

A couple of years ago I helped the photograper in the shop below our office to recover some files from a crashed hard drive. It didn't take me very long, but since they were from a chap's 100th birthday party, they were quite valuable to him! Ever since, he's done photo printing for me without charge. Recently, he produced a 20 x 16 inch print of an emporer angel fish and framed it for me in a lovely frame. Free, gratis and for nowt. His usual price for that would be about £250 including the frame. He did the same when my little boy was 1 year old - sitting, photos and framed picture all for nought spondoolies.

Recently he printed off a 1 x 0.2 metre print for another YD member which I then posted off for £25, which just covered his costs. It was an unusual size and I believe the 'real quotes' had been a lot more expensive.

He's a top geezer - there are some about.

Cheers, Chris

[Drew]

Originally Posted by Stesh

Would this be one of the reasons why your leaving?

I've got a feeling there'll be at least one scrote wherever I go!!

[Drew]

Originally Posted by uwila

He's a top geezer - there are some about.

Cheers, Chris

Now I can feel the good vibes rolling back in.

And that's the kind of spirit I (admittedly in quite a naive way) believed was the idea behind car bootys - you do me a favour (I get money) and I do you a favour (you buy something cheap).

Don't get me wrong - there's definately something in it for me, but I liked to think it was an excellent opportunity for helping people out - just like your guy

[Scubee]

My Dad had a small pot of pansies nicked off his front doorstep a couple of years ago.

Mum thought he had moved them, and there was an almighty row about it (she liked them there and didn't believe him when he said that he hadn't moved them).

[uwila]

Originally Posted by Drew

Now I can feel the good vibes rolling back in.

Ok you're nearly there, so a little more to ease the troubled soul...

18 months ago I discovered that horizontal motorcycling is not to be recommended A driver did stop and phone for an ambulance, but as he decided that I was 'Ok' he shot off to work. A passing biker (one of the sensible types who sticks to a more vertical style) stopped, moved my bike from the road and stayed with me until the ambulance arrived. He also phoned my local bike shop to arrange the collection of my bike. He was first aid trained and knew that shock might be a problem which is why he sat next to me until help turned up.

So my suggestion for a quick way to restore your faith in humanity: get yourself a big fVck-off bike, find youself a patch of diesel on the road and wait to see how long it is before another passing 2-wheeler stops to help

[Drew]

Originally Posted by uwila

So my suggestion for a quick way to restore your faith in humanity: get yourself a big fVck-off bike, find youself a patch of diesel on the road and wait to see how long it is before another passing 2-wheeler stops to help

You can always rely on a biker to help out. Just sold leathers (won't need them abroad as warm tarmac doesn't hurt!!!) - big fVck-off bike is up for sale, but have now remembered another incident that upsets the balance.

Drunk driver knocks me off - oncoming, turns right in front of me - he can't even stand straight, runs into pub, i chase him, he offers me money so police aren't called, i say no, he hears sirens, legs it out the back, me adrenaline runs out and i realise my legs knackered, fall down. At hospital, in befuddled state explain about drunk driver to paramedics, they relay to staff (chinese whispers - send three and fourpence, we're going to a dance), I'm put in room and left for 3 hours, then they realise I'm not the drunk after all, and look after me - BRILLIANT! Van left at pub, has no registered keeper - net outcome - big knackered, me knackered, Johnny wobbly legs gets off scott free.

[Finless]

I've said it before and I'll say it again the UK is being overrun with orcs, trolls and goblins ..................

If it weren't for these tossers then the nice aliens would have landed, granted me an almost eternal life (as in the same length as the universe), given me an even more kissable knob (of interest to females only) and gills .

[Scuttler]

Twas the summer of 1991 and I was enroute from Kingston to Frimley to see a mate's band.

Trundling up the M3 in my trusty 1973 Land Rover SIII. I was maxed out at about 60mph on the inside lane and a white peugeot was sat behind me right up my ar$e. The rest of the motorway was virtually empty. I'm sat there thinking overtake ya fekker or back off.

Then a heartstopping bang emitted from the engine and I lost all power. This peugeot overtook with his wipers and washer going full and I noticed a very disgruntled driver and the white car had changed to mottled gray and black.

Moral 1: Fekkers get theirs eventually

I pulled onto the hard shoulder and gingerly waked to the front of my now steaming pride and joy, popped the bonnet and peered in. There was a lump of metal sitting on the chassis. I reached in to pick it up and somehow caught the radiator cap with my elbow. Result was I ended up getting scalded down my arm and neck (fortunately not seriously though). It was then I noticed a piston sticking out of the side of the engine. I could have cried.

Just then a guy pulled up in an SII Landie. Seeing my neck and arm he got a jerry can of water and let me cool the area off.

He then asked me where I was headed and offered me a tow back to my house (about 10-20 miles in the opposite direction to where he was heading). He refused to accept any money for the tow. He asked me what I was going to do about the engine and I told him I'd have to find another one (not easy as mine was a 2.6L Six Cylinder Petrol engine). Upshot of it was he had one sitting around from a conversion he did that needed a rebuild and if I didn't mind doing the rebuild I could have it for £30!

About 3 months later i'd rebuilt it and he came over to help me install it.

Moral 2: Owners of bloody old Land Rovers are bloody nice chaps!