Stolen bikes

Bluequinn's girlfriend here. It was bloody lucky I was awake and heard the thieving scumsuckers make some noise - I saw them through the spyhole in our front door and was able to give the police a fairly OK description of one of them. The bikes are stored in the foyer outside our flat, which has a locked door to get through too, so we reckon some twat hadn't shut it properly behind them.

I'm just so fucking relieved they didn't take the bikes we really properly care about, ie the vintage Raleigh Superbe and my darling little green 1971 Moulton Midi. I swear if I had seen a scummer trying to nick that he'd have had a heavy lock in his face before he knew what had hit him.

Respect is due to the police, they turned up within 5 minutes and aso brought a crime scene guy with them who dusted the place for fingerprints! It was like CSI:Bethnal Green.

Shit, sorry for blathering on in my first post. Stress innit. Nice to meet you all, anyhoo.

Man that must have been scary, good job on waking up and hearing what happen! at least since they didn't steal the prize turkey, which mean you can able to store your other bikes in the flat in the meantime.

It was like SOCO:Bethnal Green.

Scene Of Crime Officier is what they're called in Britain! ;)