My car got broken into last night outside my house. It's ok though, it looks like they only did it because they wanted to put the contents of my glovebox onto the passenger seat. Not only that, but they left me a small stone too. How nice of them to go to such lenghts to give me that little present!
Why would you break into that old banger?! It hardly starts, why would I keep anything valuable in it?
What kind of spastic does that?!
BELM.
Victims of crime, share your stories here. Unless you were raped or something. This isn't Top Trumps.
We had our car broken into so often we spent £200 on CCTV. Then for the 4th time it got robbed (He stole a plastic tiara) we had the guy on film crowbarring the door open. we passed it to the police and they shyly said, "do you know who it is on the film?"
My dad was fucking shocked, not only are we catching their burglars and providing evidence, we now have to tell police where they live too. My dad very unpolitely asked them to leave in his true scouse fashion and every break in after that never again got a police visit from PC Tickle (who goes down for brown so the graffiti says).
As a nice ending to the story, the day we moved out I opened my back gate to find two kids trying to jumpstart the car but linking the wrong leads so all they kept doing was setting off the horn repeatedly. Kind of made getting a mortgage and being in debt suddenly a great idea.
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Twilight is shit. My gf brought the fucking book round round one day, so I raped the bitch.
I got punched and mugged a bit in Huyton though. I was 13, went to the villiage to get some milk for me nan, and some lad followed me all the past asda, all the way to the bridge at the train station and went "give me your hat". So obviously i said no, he took a swing at me, so i pegged it, cos i was nearly back. He nicely caught up hit me pretty hard, ripped my coat off me and got like a few quid. Change from a fiver. Wasnt my money anyway.
Err... there was a massive thing last year that wasnt directly with us. But we were in the park, last day after the exams. Massive group of chavs decided it was fun to beat up random people. Kid almost got murdered that night. Me n Sean were the ones who run the police that night. Horrible times. Theres loads on news websites about it, i cant remember it fully right now.
Though i do not want to disrepect the fine city of liverpool, i was the victim of a bit of half arsed police work when my car got broken into. I parked my car on seel street at about 10am on a very sunny sunday morning and as richer sounds was not open, i thought i pop across the road and purchase a breakfast butty. I was returning a stereo amp i had purchased that decided to let off some smoke everytime i turned it on, so i left it in the back of my car while i popped across the road.
Before you can say "freddie boswell, you bastard!!" an opportunistic gentleman had spied my amp and proceeded to do me the favour of taking it back to richer sounds (where they would make it safe so it did not set on fire again), and decided to help my personal safety and the time of the good people at richer sounds by identifying the hazard and without any thought for his own safety, put a brick through my car window and swiftly take the dangerous item to a place where he could possibly exchange it for medication to aid his social illnesses.
Ofcourse, the selfless hero did not hang around for gratitude, but i thought i would call the helpful and polite merseyside police to tell them of this unselfish act of bravery. To my disappointment, when i told the nice lady on the other end of the phone that someone had removed a stereo amplifier from my car using a brick to smash the window, the unsympathetic wench just said "why did you park it there?"
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-- Edited by England on Friday 5th of June 2009 12:33:17 PM
I've not been a victim of crime for a long time, probably cos I look so 'ard. But yeah, when I was about 11, me and my mate were in Leeds on our own (for probably the first time considering we live a few miles out) and we were getting the train home. These two proper dodgy-looking lads come up to us, (they were probably 16) and tell us they're just gonna hang round with us and be our mates. We were like "errr..." but they were horribly persistent and then asked to look at our phones.
Fearing a punching to death, I showed them mine and since it was ultra crap, they gave it back to me. Which was nice. My mate wouldn't show them his because it was ultra dece (Nokia 3310 yeah), but they kept insulting him and calling him a pussy and stuff, so eventually he showed them it. They started playing Snake II and then said "We're just gonna have a walk around the station".. so they did.. with his phone. We pleaded with them to give us the phone back but they wouldn't, and eventually the one with the phone pegged off, with my mate behind him, whilst I had a crywank and ran to the nearest policeman.
The worst thing was, I had a Leeds shirt on at the time, and one of the scallies said "Don't worry, we won't do anything to you, you're Leeds...". That dented my spirits. Anyway, I got to go round Leeds in the back of a policecar with a big fuck off gun in the back, which wasn't bad for an 11 year old. But yeah, that wasn't very nice.
My Dad's car got stolen around the same time, but we left the chain off the back door, so it's our own fault. Crime's shit. Bit odd that I lived in Preston for three years and didn't witness any crime at all, apart from some tramp stealing a sandwich from Greggs.
Ah, good old Leeds scallies. Takes me right back to my uni days. I've never been a victim of crime myself, but I did come close there. A group of asian teenagers, seven or eight of them, decided they wanted to mug me in Kirkstall. Why the fuck they always decide to mug students I'll never know: "hey lets, go an mug some students, you know, them ones with no money or nothin, innit?". Luckily my knees still worked back then, so I did my Linford Christie impression and left the cunts for dust.
I sprinted a couple of hundred yards to the co-op up the road and told them to call the dibble, as the fuckers had followed me and were waiting in the car park. The police, efficient as ever, took about 3/4 of an hour to arrive. They came screeching into the car park, lights and siren going and then ran into the shop like something out of Z Cars, shouting "which ones? where are they?".
The ciggie kiosk girl, who'd phoned them for me just sighed and said "they got bored and went away about twenty minutes ago". Even though it was now pointless, the police insisted on taking statements from me and the girl. I suppose they've got to do something to look like they're doing their jobs!
So, lucky escape for me, but everyone I knew in our area had either been twatted, mugged or burgled, or knew at least one person that had. Kirkstall/Burley/Hyde Park is a pretty crazy place. Seeing broad daylight muggings and beatings from the window was a regular thing, often in our carpark.
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It's weird, I've always felt safer in those areas than in the centre of Leeds... then again, my Dad grew up in Beeston (about two streets down from where the 7/7 bombers had a bit of a trip down to the capital), and one day we went to visit my Grandad who lived there until he died and there was a burnt out car outside his house.
We were like: "Did you not notice that?!" and he just said "nah". Haha. Never really felt unsafe there either, despite it being rape central.
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Carlisle has the lowest crime rate in England, so I'm pretty safe. Matty Blake stole my 'metalies' (air caps on your bike tyre) but I got them back the next day.
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I had that 'trying to be your friend' lark while I was waiting for a bus as a kid. I had a transformer (Kup) and two lads asked if they could have a go with it. Outnumbered I begrudgingly said yes and last minute, they crossed the road and jumped on the bus going the other way.
The bus was driving off and I was chasing it slapping the drivers window, he let me on and I ran to the top deck and yelled "GIVE ME MY TOY BACK YOU THIEF" as my balls got bigger as I was surrounded by old biddes. He gave it me back and said "thanks for making a show of me" then punched me like a girl in the back of the head.
I still have the old boy in my collection now proud as punch.
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Twilight is shit. My gf brought the fucking book round round one day, so I raped the bitch.
