Thick thiefs!!!!!

[zepp]

Hi, I got up about 40mins ago to find my car door open. At first I thought I must have left it open late last night as I was looking for something at about midnight 'cause I have one of those pocket PC's and could see it still on the windscreen. I then noticed that the glove box and centre console had been emptied. In there was a load of change, maybe 20 quid or so, mainly in 2's 5's etc. The only other thing they took seems to be my wallet. This had no money in, just bank cards and a cheque book, which they left. On the back seat is my IDA homebuild, and other valuable items which are still there!!
What I cant understand is (I'm not complaining) why they left the pocket PC, which in my opinion would have been the first thing to take. Just goes to show how clever (or not) some folk are.
Before anyone tells me that I shouldn't have left these items in a vehicle, I know, but i live in a rural area where you are more likely to get run over by a cow than a car, but lesson learnt........I will be waiting next time with a 12 bore ...anyone remember that farmer a few years ago that shot the bast#rds who robbed him a couple of times

[ratcliffe]

You lucky lucky boy
Glad they didn't take the important bits, now lock the door!

[divingniknaks]

Opportunistic gits like this will just go for cash mate, not traceable, no need to move it on either.

Your PDA etc is too much like hard work for the scum.

Have to say you're a lucky lad, they took my bloody car last time

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[sean0801]

I didn't fancy that bit of plumbin in the boot, and i dont do technology so i went for the easy drinkable

looks like you had a bit of fortune there, did they do any damage to the mitsi?

[Hazel W]

argh ...b******ds sorry to hear about that zepp ..... get the 4/10 out and load it with rocksalt ...works a treat and the cant prove anything....

when i lived in a city ..i had my car broken into 4 times in 3 months ...... one of the reasons i moved up here is you can leave your car ...with the keys in the ignition.. outside your house ...which is also open ....and the worst you have to worry about is the neighbours cat pooing on your doormat!
I love Orkney

Hazel

[Simon A]

Originally Posted by divebiatch

argh ...b******ds sorry to hear about that zepp ..... get the 4/10 out and load it with rocksalt ...works a treat and the cant prove anything....

Hazel

Unfortunately the 4/10 does require a licence which is traceable. However have you ever seen what happens when you fire a malteser out of a tweaked paintball gun? (frozen maltesers are more fun but take some more preparation)

Simon A

[Ian@1904]

Originally Posted by Simon A

Unfortunately the 4/10 does require a licence which is traceable. However have you ever seen what happens when you fire a malteser out of a tweaked paintball gun? (frozen maltesers are more fun but take some more preparation)

Simon A

Please do tell. What mod was done to the gun and what is the effect with a malteser

[Andy Phillips]

Ere', another little funny story for you.

Several, and I mean several years ago I lived in St. leonards, well god bless it, but at the time Hastings was one of the depositories for just released from jail heroine addicts, as a consequence there was a lot of petty crime.

My car had been broken into twice, and I was more than a little pissed off, so I hatched a plan with the help of two of my neighbours, we set up a watch system, where one of us would be awake at all times during the night, WE WERE GOING TO GET THEM since the police showed no interest at all. I very carefully positioned a pair of trainers and a golf club (happened to be a 5 wood) by the side of the bedroom door.

On this particular night I had gone to bed early, I was on the 2 ~4 shift.

I come awake to the sound of the walky talky thing in my ear and the chap across the road shouting at me saying, "their here, their trying to get into your boot" (I had a CD changer).

Well, I leap out of bed, shove my feet into the trainers, grab the golf club, and I'm off, like a rabbit up a drain pipe, I clear the stairs down to the path in a single bound, I'm out the gate and,,,,,,,,, at this point the bloke breaking into my car spots me, and he's off, and boy can he really shift.

Well, I'm not the fastest person in the world, but for 20 or 30M I can keep up with the best of them, I got close, very close, I swang the club, and looking back on it, fortunatly only kinda grazed the back of his head. He accellerated, and I gave up.

I sort of ground to a wheezing halt, put my hands on my knees, and realised I was in fact stark bol**ck naked apart from the trainers and the 5 wood. The 50M walk back to the house was a seriously awkward moment.

I sometimes wonder what was going through that blokes mind when he saw me coming, no bloody wonder he ran so fast. Have to say though, no one ever came back to our end or the road to break into cars again. I have a feeling that the word went out that there was a naked lunatic with a golf club running around.

Take care all,

Andrew

[sean0801]

Originally Posted by Andy Phillips

Ere', another little funny story for you.

Several, and I mean several years ago I lived in St. leonards, well god bless it, but at the time Hastings was one of the depositories for just released from jail heroine addicts, as a consequence there was a lot of petty crime.

My car had been broken into twice, and I was more than a little pissed off, so I hatched a plan with the help of two of my neighbours, we set up a watch system, where one of us would be awake at all times during the night, WE WERE GOING TO GET THEM since the police showed no interest at all. I very carefully positioned a pair of trainers and a golf club (happened to be a 5 wood) by the side of the bedroom door.

On this particular night I had gone to bed early, I was on the 2 ~4 shift.

I come awake to the sound of the walky talky thing in my ear and the chap across the road shouting at me saying, "their here, their trying to get into your boot" (I had a CD changer).

Well, I leap out of bed, shove my feet into the trainers, grab the golf club, and I'm off, like a rabbit up a drain pipe, I clear the stairs down to the path in a single bound, I'm out the gate and,,,,,,,,, at this point the bloke breaking into my car spots me, and he's off, and boy can he really shift.

Well, I'm not the fastest person in the world, but for 20 or 30M I can keep up with the best of them, I got close, very close, I swang the club, and looking back on it, fortunatly only kinda grazed the back of his head. He accellerated, and I gave up.

I sort of ground to a wheezing halt, put my hands on my knees, and realised I was in fact stark bol**ck naked apart from the trainers and the 5 wood. The 50M walk back to the house was a seriously awkward moment.

I sometimes wonder what was going through that blokes mind when he saw me coming, no bloody wonder he ran so fast. Have to say though, no one ever came back to our end or the road to break into cars again. I have a feeling that the word went out that there was a naked lunatic with a golf club running around.

Take care all,

Andrew

Funny as fcuk mate, am gonna have to green you for that

[KimH]

I got burgled a few weeks ago and apart from the usual stuff getting nicked and them trashing the place, the b'tards took my transpire fleece base layer. Now apart from it being of not much use to them it was still in a plastic bag smelly and unwashed from the last dive - I hope it choked them when they opened the bag up.

A word of warning to anyone feeling gun happy. I understand how you feel and until you've been "done" it's impossible to really appreciate the feeling of violation of having your person/space interfered with. However, two days after my break in I caught two kids trying to climb over my back wall. Yes I was wound up and if I had had a shotty to hand may have been tempted to use it and blasted the little scrotes - I had not slept for the previous 48 hours for fear that the burglars had returned so was definitely not thinking rationally. It turned out they were only nipping into my back garden to recover their football that had come over the wall. Wrong as they may have been, and they certainly had no right to come into my property without invitation they wouldn't have deserved total obliteration. So on top of being turned over I would have been doing time now.

Twenty years ago I would have lashed out first and thought later, there's not much that's good about getting old but mellowing has certainly done me a huge favour here.