Bollocks. I've just had my Condor nicked from the stairwell at the back of my office.
Needless to say I feel like a right twat. I'd half-fooled myself into thinking that the stairwell was sufficiently secure, it's not accessible to anyone without a key, and it's not even visible to anyone but a small number of office workers and a few posh residents from some adjacent apartments. Blah-de-sodding-blah, this is the obviously goopy "But... I thought it would be safe" dribble from someone who walked away from his bike one afternoon, leaving it unsecured while wearing a rucksack filled with bike locks. No excuses, just the faint wee-smell of total naivety.
Never a-fucking-gain.
Police called, notes left, and I've got the walk home to think about a suitable replacement.
Bollocks. I've just had my Condor nicked from the stairwell at the back of my office.
Needless to say I feel like a right twat. I'd half-fooled myself into thinking that the stairwell was sufficiently secure, it's not accessible to anyone without a key, and it's not even visible to anyone but a small number of office workers and a few posh residents from some adjacent apartments. Blah-de-sodding-blah, this is the obviously goopy "But... I thought it would be safe" dribble from someone who walked away from his bike one afternoon, leaving it unsecured while wearing a rucksack filled with bike locks. No excuses, just the faint wee-smell of total naivety.
Never a-fucking-gain.
Police called, notes left, and I've got the walk home to think about a suitable replacement.