Yeah, the other night I spotted a guy having a good old squizz at a bike which was locked up outside Tesco. I slowed down with my eyes on him, hoping he'd see I was watching, and someone else walking in the other direction came over and asked if he was ok, at which he stumbled off.
nothing new really comes with living in central London have to always be aware of your belongings.
my old flatmate had her bag nicked from the Noble last year and there were only 6 or 7 other people in the pub none looked dodgy at all. the scary thing was she had a set of keys and her driving licence in the bag with her parents address on her licence. the next day some bloke turned up at her folks house at around 10am dressed in a BT hi viz and was trying the keys (there was a lot of them) on the door obviously thinking everyone would be at work or out, luckily someone was in and he ran off!
Her parents live in Finchley so someone took the time to go up there and chance it.
I thought Tom Petty had been quiet lately, but I assumed it was just embarrassment at reforming a band called Mudcrutch. Didn't realise he'd been stuffed in a Stroud Green miscreant's bulging pockets and sold cheap on Blackstock Road.
After I stole Tom Petty he lived in a shoe with a cat for a number of weeks living off Maltesers, tea and Pot Noodles. If you want him you can have him but you need an inexhaustible supply of Pot Noodles and Maltesers - and a cat.
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