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Warning - Profanity Ahead...
Jun. 2nd, 2005 05:55 pmWell, my lovely Bank Holiday weekend was topped off nicely by getting my fucking car stolen.
I actually saw it being driven away by some shit-for brains, baseball-cap-wearing excuse for a human being, and could have ripped his fucking knackers off personally if I'd only woken up a few minutes sooner. I bloody would have done too! D called the police, giving them the make, model and registration, and the direction it was headed in. The police failed to ever send anyone round to us, once again proving that they don't give a shit about the rampant crime in our town, and probably couldn't catch herpes in a whorehouse.
The good part (if you want to see it that way) was that it was the car I'd just replaced and was trying to sell. Okay, so it was gone, meaning that I'd lost the £100 or so I could have got for it and the 6 months rebate on the tax disc, but I'd just have to live with it. It wasn't insured (the insurance having been transfered to my new car) so there was absolutely nothing I could do. Chalk it up to more fucking bad luck and move on...
Three days later (and I am *so* grateful that I was out at the time or I just wouldn't have been responsible for my actions) D gets a call to say that the police have found my car - now a burnt-out wreck - and it's been taken to a salvage yard. The *really* excellent news? I get charged £105 because they 'recovered' it, and because it wasn't insured, I get to pay that all myself!!
Is it my imagination or has it just cost me over £200 for the fucking priviledge of having my car stolen??
If anyone finds any justice in this country's justice system, have it call me... [seethes]
I actually saw it being driven away by some shit-for brains, baseball-cap-wearing excuse for a human being, and could have ripped his fucking knackers off personally if I'd only woken up a few minutes sooner. I bloody would have done too! D called the police, giving them the make, model and registration, and the direction it was headed in. The police failed to ever send anyone round to us, once again proving that they don't give a shit about the rampant crime in our town, and probably couldn't catch herpes in a whorehouse.
The good part (if you want to see it that way) was that it was the car I'd just replaced and was trying to sell. Okay, so it was gone, meaning that I'd lost the £100 or so I could have got for it and the 6 months rebate on the tax disc, but I'd just have to live with it. It wasn't insured (the insurance having been transfered to my new car) so there was absolutely nothing I could do. Chalk it up to more fucking bad luck and move on...
Three days later (and I am *so* grateful that I was out at the time or I just wouldn't have been responsible for my actions) D gets a call to say that the police have found my car - now a burnt-out wreck - and it's been taken to a salvage yard. The *really* excellent news? I get charged £105 because they 'recovered' it, and because it wasn't insured, I get to pay that all myself!!
Is it my imagination or has it just cost me over £200 for the fucking priviledge of having my car stolen??
If anyone finds any justice in this country's justice system, have it call me... [seethes]
