Justice is sweet

Oh yes, sweet sweet justice.

Today, whilst walking to Picadilly Station (Manchester) to procure some moneys and food at about midnight, I witnessed some grimy looking scally trying to get his set of bolt croppers around a u-lock. There are always a fair few bikes locked up by the taxi-rank, and he was going right at it. Sizing up the situation, him looking vicious and dirty and me being southern and about 9 stone I did what any sensible person would do; sweet shit all.

After talking to the network rail security people, who wanted fuck all to do with it (as in "Oh, I'll tell the transport police about it next time I see them"), I bumped into some real coppers and told them where the filthy little scrote was, and they dashed off with a good sense of urgency. I get my money and food, and return to the scene of the aborted crime, to see the miscreant bastard trying to argue that it was his bike, with all the vocabulary and verbosity available to a clearly intoxicated Mancunian tramp. About 10 seconds later, and an attempted dash for it, the bastard was on the ground and cars were being radioed. I lol'd.

Fuckin' served.

I still wonder why even the most desperate, starving or wasted criminal would try and steal a bike in one of the most highly light, best patrolled and fully surveilled areas of Manchester, next to one of the biggest and busiest intersections. Just straight asking for it.
On inspection; the bike was a battered old ladies step-through with hub-gears locked through the frame and front wheel, giving him some trouble. It must've taken me 5 minutes odd to find the police and report it, so the locking was good enough or he wasn't doing it right/with the right tools.
I doubt the police can/will do much to him, but if it puts him off bike theft in the future, that'd do for me.

I still wonder why even the most desperate, starving or wasted criminal would try and steal a bike in one of the most highly light, best patrolled and fully surveilled areas of Manchester, next to one of the biggest and busiest intersections. Just straight asking for it.

Simple, because...

I did what any sensible person would do; sweet shit all.

Peace

Oh yes, sweet sweet justice.

I still wonder why even the most desperate, starving or wasted criminal would try and steal a bike in one of the most highly light, best patrolled and fully surveilled areas of Manchester, next to one of the biggest and busiest intersections. Just straight asking for it.

Cos he's a drug addict maybe? I watched a documentary about crack addicts once, one guy reckoned he made about 400 US dollars a day to support his habit. He said he didn't know where the money came from, it "just came". He also spent most of his time wandering around trying to beg/borrow/steal and had not slept for three days. He said he had probably "walked to the moon and back". Shit, if he wasn't a crackhead he could have been on The Apprentice...