After I returned from my Thames trip I bought a bicycle. New! Nice bike. Bones liked it so much she wanted one. I bought her one for her birthday.
We are currently moored up near Shipton to get away from the noise of the road. I bought my bike with me. Bones left hers at the Wharf chained up to a large concrete post. There was also a sacrificial bike there her old one, rusty as hell.
This morning on the way to town we passed a lad on a bike that I thought was mine so we pulled in and let him pass to have another look. It wasn’t. Further along the road passing the wharf we noticed that neither bike was there. Some ass had broken the lock and stolen the new bike. We had been wondering why the old one had taken so long to get nicked and that was gone as well. She had owned the bike exactly one month and ridden it once.
Not only did they steal a new bike at Christmas so must have realised it could have been someone’s prezzie, but they broke a perfectly good lock (well not a good lock but it worked right up until 10 this morning). We really should bring back birching for these toe rags. “Tough on crime, tough on the cause of crime”, that's what Tony B Liar said and it has since been reiterated by the Scottish buffoon Brown. Had we been “TOUGH” these thieving little sods would be too scared to commit a crime.
The lad we had seen ‘may’ have been in the process of committing the crime.
Its a blooming liberty that’s what it is a blooming liberty