Kinvig
25-07-06, 08:01 AM
Woke up at stupid o'clock last night - the outside security light was on & there were muffled sounds from the direction of my bike on the front drive. As I was pretty much still in the land of nod, I ignored it until I heard what sounded like bolt cutters on my chain & padlock.
Being a bit of a wimp, I jumped out of bed to find my camera, figuring that if I took a photo of the bike thieving scum, they would run away & I wouldn't have to confront them. As it was really dark I couldn't find my camera but I found my camera phone. Unfortunately as it's new I've barely figured out how to use it, let alone use the camera - asking the thieves to stand still for a second whilst I take a blurry picture was not an option.
Confrontation it is then.
Found a pair of trousers. Urban combats. Decided against a t-shirt as theat would have taken too much time. Figured that I needed to scar the thieving scum away so I reached for my samurai sword & slowly crept to the front door of my house.
Apparently, I look a bit like Edward Norton in American History X (but without the tattoo or the atitude) so I was hoping that this would be enough to scar the thieves off.
I quietly unlocked the front door & with the sword still in the scabbard (I only wanted to scar the thieving scum) I jumped out at them.....
....and fell into Anne. My drunken flat mate. Oops. Scared her to death with my Kato-from Pink Panther samurai sword antics.
Anne's a journalist. She regularily goes out for the odd half after work with contacts that want favourable coverage. I guess this contact had dire need of good publicity as Anne was wrecked. The noises had been Anne fumbling about in the dark & the sound tha I thought was a pair of bolt cutters was her iPod falling onto the ground in a zillion pieces.
And to cap it off she thought I was dressed like Rommel becasuse I was annoyed that she was making lots of noise! Bargain. She apologised.
At least my bike was safe.
Being a bit of a wimp, I jumped out of bed to find my camera, figuring that if I took a photo of the bike thieving scum, they would run away & I wouldn't have to confront them. As it was really dark I couldn't find my camera but I found my camera phone. Unfortunately as it's new I've barely figured out how to use it, let alone use the camera - asking the thieves to stand still for a second whilst I take a blurry picture was not an option.
Confrontation it is then.
Found a pair of trousers. Urban combats. Decided against a t-shirt as theat would have taken too much time. Figured that I needed to scar the thieving scum away so I reached for my samurai sword & slowly crept to the front door of my house.
Apparently, I look a bit like Edward Norton in American History X (but without the tattoo or the atitude) so I was hoping that this would be enough to scar the thieves off.
I quietly unlocked the front door & with the sword still in the scabbard (I only wanted to scar the thieving scum) I jumped out at them.....
....and fell into Anne. My drunken flat mate. Oops. Scared her to death with my Kato-from Pink Panther samurai sword antics.
Anne's a journalist. She regularily goes out for the odd half after work with contacts that want favourable coverage. I guess this contact had dire need of good publicity as Anne was wrecked. The noises had been Anne fumbling about in the dark & the sound tha I thought was a pair of bolt cutters was her iPod falling onto the ground in a zillion pieces.
And to cap it off she thought I was dressed like Rommel becasuse I was annoyed that she was making lots of noise! Bargain. She apologised.
At least my bike was safe.