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Blues 'n Richard, sittin' in a tree.....
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I'm glad this has brought a little sunshine into your life noodle!
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It’s been an interesting time in this part of Hitchin lately.
Just like everyone else who lives round here, I’ve been keeping a fascinated eye on the church roof. Little by little, the lead flashing along the aisles and round the bell turret has begun to disappear. The church is only three doors down from my house, and it is not easy to miss a thing like that. And yet, though everyone in the street noticed it, the church wardens didn't, and eventually had to have have their eyes raised heavenward a little by local residents.
A fortnight ago, I was poring over some maps of the Caucasus region one evening (as you do) when I was startled by a heavy, plod-like knock on my front door. (Yep, another one.) When I opened it, there stood a young copper with a notebook, asking if I had seen or heard anything suspicious or unusual the previous night. I said, no, I hadn't. I thought he was going to tell me about more lead going missing off the church roof. Instead, he said that one of my neighbours who lived two-doors down had been burgled.
My neighbour told me the story herself later that day. Someone had hammered loudly on her back door in the early hours of the morning and shouted out her name. When she found no-one at the door, she went out in the garden to investigate. Back in the house, two minutes later, she discovered that while she was out in the garden someone had nipped in through her front window (left open because of the heat) and nicked her PC, watch, and mobile. Someone has fried brains or very cool nerves.
A few days later I was just returning home after a bike club meeting (brilliant evening). I turned into my road and, found it all lit up with police vehicles. (I counted five.) One of them was parked directly outside my gate - which gave me a momentary scare.
The police themselves, were swarming all over my neighbour’s house and garden (just one door down this time). The SOCO boys were out in force, dusting all sorts of things in her yard for fingerprints. I still don’t know what happened - my neighbour is reclusive - but the plod don’t usually send out five cars in the middle of the night for a simple burglary.
The scary logic of this is that my house is next. I keep thinking of the bikes in the back garden - for over a year now, I've been meaning to get some ground anchors put in for a bit of extra security. And then I thought how, for reasons deeply buried in my psyche, I had never got round to it.
Then, last Sunday afternoon as I got back from a rideout to Fox’s Diner near Oxford, I found my road once again filled with police cars. This time, one of them was parked in the driveway of the second hostel which lies on the other side of my house from the church. It was blocking the exit from the car park. There was more SOCO activity and the sound of crying from one of the ground-floor rooms. Word got out later: another burglary.
Seems I had been missed out - but for how long?
The stupid thing about all this is that people around here (including the police, I'm told) have a very shrewd idea who is responsible. And that person lives just a hundred yards from me in the next road. I meet him in the street occasionally and usually say hello to him. He's a shifty looking guy - surprise, surprise! I took a good look when I say him yesterday. Fried brains or nerves of steel? If I had to choose, I’d go for fried brains myself.
So far, no arrests have been made and no personal justice has been administered - I reckon he's been very, very lucky. Thievery is his family business and no doubt he knows his trade well, but he’s not the brightest bunny in the rack, nor the most cautious, and he has never made any secret of the way he makes his living. But he's never pinched off his own patch before. So I think that has got people confused.
I’d be prepared to bet that he is also the guy who tried to nick the Daytona some months ago. That nasty little job ended with the bike being dropped and the thief running off. It left me with a chipped fairing and a very confused ECU to sort out. It had all of this guy's trademark qualities of opportunism, audacity and incompetence.
On Monday, word began to leak out onto the street again. Someone had fingered the guy who had been thieving the lead from the church roof. It wasn't really that hard to figure out: another dodgy neighbour of mine had very recently taken a late-night tumble from the roof of a tall ecclesiastical building and smashed in all his front teeth. Was anybody surprised? Again, I think not. More fried brains – there are a lot of them around here.
Just like everyone else who lives round here, I’ve been keeping a fascinated eye on the church roof. Little by little, the lead flashing along the aisles and round the bell turret has begun to disappear. The church is only three doors down from my house, and it is not easy to miss a thing like that. And yet, though everyone in the street noticed it, the church wardens didn't, and eventually had to have have their eyes raised heavenward a little by local residents.
A fortnight ago, I was poring over some maps of the Caucasus region one evening (as you do) when I was startled by a heavy, plod-like knock on my front door. (Yep, another one.) When I opened it, there stood a young copper with a notebook, asking if I had seen or heard anything suspicious or unusual the previous night. I said, no, I hadn't. I thought he was going to tell me about more lead going missing off the church roof. Instead, he said that one of my neighbours who lived two-doors down had been burgled.
My neighbour told me the story herself later that day. Someone had hammered loudly on her back door in the early hours of the morning and shouted out her name. When she found no-one at the door, she went out in the garden to investigate. Back in the house, two minutes later, she discovered that while she was out in the garden someone had nipped in through her front window (left open because of the heat) and nicked her PC, watch, and mobile. Someone has fried brains or very cool nerves.
A few days later I was just returning home after a bike club meeting (brilliant evening). I turned into my road and, found it all lit up with police vehicles. (I counted five.) One of them was parked directly outside my gate - which gave me a momentary scare.
The police themselves, were swarming all over my neighbour’s house and garden (just one door down this time). The SOCO boys were out in force, dusting all sorts of things in her yard for fingerprints. I still don’t know what happened - my neighbour is reclusive - but the plod don’t usually send out five cars in the middle of the night for a simple burglary.
The scary logic of this is that my house is next. I keep thinking of the bikes in the back garden - for over a year now, I've been meaning to get some ground anchors put in for a bit of extra security. And then I thought how, for reasons deeply buried in my psyche, I had never got round to it.
Then, last Sunday afternoon as I got back from a rideout to Fox’s Diner near Oxford, I found my road once again filled with police cars. This time, one of them was parked in the driveway of the second hostel which lies on the other side of my house from the church. It was blocking the exit from the car park. There was more SOCO activity and the sound of crying from one of the ground-floor rooms. Word got out later: another burglary.
Seems I had been missed out - but for how long?
The stupid thing about all this is that people around here (including the police, I'm told) have a very shrewd idea who is responsible. And that person lives just a hundred yards from me in the next road. I meet him in the street occasionally and usually say hello to him. He's a shifty looking guy - surprise, surprise! I took a good look when I say him yesterday. Fried brains or nerves of steel? If I had to choose, I’d go for fried brains myself.
So far, no arrests have been made and no personal justice has been administered - I reckon he's been very, very lucky. Thievery is his family business and no doubt he knows his trade well, but he’s not the brightest bunny in the rack, nor the most cautious, and he has never made any secret of the way he makes his living. But he's never pinched off his own patch before. So I think that has got people confused.
I’d be prepared to bet that he is also the guy who tried to nick the Daytona some months ago. That nasty little job ended with the bike being dropped and the thief running off. It left me with a chipped fairing and a very confused ECU to sort out. It had all of this guy's trademark qualities of opportunism, audacity and incompetence.
On Monday, word began to leak out onto the street again. Someone had fingered the guy who had been thieving the lead from the church roof. It wasn't really that hard to figure out: another dodgy neighbour of mine had very recently taken a late-night tumble from the roof of a tall ecclesiastical building and smashed in all his front teeth. Was anybody surprised? Again, I think not. More fried brains – there are a lot of them around here.
Last edited by sv-wolf on Fri Aug 15, 2008 11:54 pm, edited 6 times in total.
Hud
“Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.”
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“Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Nah! Love it round here. Never a dull moment. We do seem to breed very dull criminals though.
A few years ago at Christmas time, another neighbour came home to discover a strange bloke in her house taking the presents off her Christmas tree and stuffing them into his sports bag. When she stood in the hallway and screamed at the top of her lungs he dropped his bag and made a run for it. The police caught him the next day because he'd left his UB40 social security card in the bottom of the bag. Now you would have thought...
Someone needs to educate these guys!
A few years ago at Christmas time, another neighbour came home to discover a strange bloke in her house taking the presents off her Christmas tree and stuffing them into his sports bag. When she stood in the hallway and screamed at the top of her lungs he dropped his bag and made a run for it. The police caught him the next day because he'd left his UB40 social security card in the bottom of the bag. Now you would have thought...
Someone needs to educate these guys!
Hud
“Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
SV-Wolf's Bike Blog
“Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.”
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Is that the one on the A4074? between Oxford and reading? Cracking bacon sandwiches there, and a great ride from where I live in reading againsv-wolf wrote:When I got home last Sunday afternoon from a rideout to Fox’s Diner near Oxford
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Hi NibblersNibblet99 wrote:Is that the one on the A4074? between Oxford and reading? Cracking bacon sandwiches there, and a great ride from where I live in reading againsv-wolf wrote:When I got home last Sunday afternoon from a rideout to Fox’s Diner near Oxford
Yep, that's the one entirely, on the 4074 at Beringsfield. Good food - and a damn good day's ride from here too.
Back in Reading? Can't keep track. You got itchy feet or something? LOL
Hud
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“Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Wish I could. The kitchen's big enough and I'm bike-conscious enough. Trouble is we put in a ramp up to the back door for Di's wheelchair. Getting the bike onto the ramp involves a nightmarish 90 degree turn - very tight - an accident waiting to happen. I only do it on the odd occasion when I'm going away or when I need to wrap the bikes in cotton wool (figuratively speaking of course - just in case any of you thought...)blues2cruise wrote:Maybe it's time to put the bikes into the kitchen again.
Hud
“Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
SV-Wolf's Bike Blog
“Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
SV-Wolf's Bike Blog