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Ouch, as The Curmudgeon™ says, at least you were harmed in it all. You can replace possessions. Which reminds me to go and renew my insurance.
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Shit! What street do you live on?
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Effra Parade? Or in the Kellett bit?
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Off Effra....
Which bit though, I used to live Dalberg Rd years ago
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Sorry, being unreasonably sketchy here - just not wanting to name the road. The truth and fucking irony is it's temporary, my house is in Clapham.
that's fair enough, let us know if you need anything.
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Effra Rd before you get to Tulse Hill
There's nothing on Effra Rd except Halfords, Curry's, The Hootananny(Hobgoblin) and those moody flats with the crackwhores....unless you live on that little bit on the corner near the one way bit to Herne Hill....
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Sorry, being unreasonably sketchy here - just not wanting to name the road. The truth and fucking irony is it's temporary, my house is in Clapham.
^^Read above.
im sure that fat one will need all the help it can get, so i am volunteering my services.
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If the cunt answered the phone, the phone company certainly have a record of his aprox location at that time. The police can request access to this info, but won't unless [politely] pushed as tons paper works. Ask them to, provide your number, mates number, his phone company, and time of call. He would have sold the phone by now - but he may have been enough of a idiot to answer in his own home. Also mention this to insurance companies and phone companies.
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There's nothing on Effra Rd except Halfords, Curry's, The Hootananny(Hobgoblin) and those moody flats with the crackwhores....unless you live on that little bit on the corner near the one way bit to Herne Hill....
I'll think you find there is...hold on a sec, why don't I just post the address so anyone reading the forum will know where there's a bike worth nicking behind a door that needs proper locks fitting......
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Having lived most of my life in Brixton and Clapham, I move away for a month and what happens? Four nights back in my manor and I wake up this morning and to find I've been burgled.
The fuckers come into the house and steal 3 laptops, wallets and mobiles - coming into my room while I'm sleeping!! Did the same to my mate. I called his mobile when he couldn't find it and end up speaking to one of the cunts who, brazen as you fucking like, laughs and tells me we need better locks. Like I don't know.
Three good things 1) my children weren't with me, 2) I didn't wake up cos there'd have been blood and cracked bones, 3) they didn't get my bike.
I'm pissed off at my mate's dog who must have stood by and watched - my mean boy (in the avatar, who died earlier in the year) would have taken chunks out of them....
But after the worst year of my life (read the "depression" thread if you can be arsed), I was just making some progress in the last few weeks. Now I'm wound up like a fucking walking time-bomb and I just don't need to be, and I don't fucking want to be!