Pickpockets and Proud on C5 now

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these little ba****** take my money almost
every week in town, because all the notes just seem to
'slip somewhere' for me im not too bothered , welldone if to me
but an old person or someone who cant defend themselves are scumbags
 

I've only ever had one experience with a pickpocket. 'twas here in Berlin (Hackescher Markt). I was drunk and am normally in a riproaring good mood when in this state, and was walking along the empty market streets, must've been about 3am or so. This tall skinny french guy (probably early-20's) starts chatting good-humoured banter, we start chatting football (Thierry Henry is amazing! I'm Everton, who are you? kind of thing).

We then give each other a manly hug and said our goodbyes.

So I automatically put my hand in my jacket pocket and realise it wasn't zipped like it normally is. Then I realise my wallet's not in it. Then I realise that cheeky fracker pickpocketed me.

Now me, being from Hull, stalked the streets until I found him, did indeed find him (after about an hour prowling), chased him down, threw him onto the ground and was just about to pile my fists into his face when i saw his panicked look, the utter scaredy-cat way he was shielding his face.

I'm not in Hull anymore, see...so i didn't punch him. Instead i shouted at him, telling him to give me my wallet back. Incredibly, he threw it in a nearby bush, with the cards still in it, taking only the fiver cash i had. Now, as my signature is so stupidly cheap that a kid could easily forge it, i was paranoid about my cards...so I marched him to this bush (took bloody ages...must've been a weird site seeing this 173cm bloke with a beerbelly marching this 190cm skinny kid by the scruff of his neck).

so he finally said "it's this bush". I threw him in it and told him to fetch my wallet. Which he did. And my cards were still in it. I took the wallet and let him go, murmuring something about that he should not do this kind of crap again.

I only realised much later that I completely forgot to get my fiver back...he actually kept that, the skanky little runt.


pickpockets and proud, my arse...lowest of the low that lot. There's no telling what's in a man's wallet: could've been all kinds of important stuff outside of cash & cards: keys, sentimental photos, notes of paper with crucial info. If a man loses a wallet full of important stuff like that, and an idiot of a pickpocket only takes the cash anyway, then it's just a stupid stupid situation.

proud, my arse.
 
dholliday said:
I've only ever had one experience with a pickpocket. 'twas here in Berlin (Hackescher Markt). I was drunk and am normally in a riproaring good mood when in this state, and was walking along the empty market streets, must've been about 3am or so. This tall skinny french guy (probably early-20's) starts chatting good-humoured banter, we start chatting football (Thierry Henry is amazing! I'm Everton, who are you? kind of thing).

We then give each other a manly hug and said our goodbyes.

So I automatically put my hand in my jacket pocket and realise it wasn't zipped like it normally is. Then I realise my wallet's not in it. Then I realise that cheeky fracker pickpocketed me.

Now me, being from Hull, stalked the streets until I found him, did indeed find him (after about an hour prowling), chased him down, threw him onto the ground and was just about to pile my fists into his face when i saw his panicked look, the utter scaredy-cat way he was shielding his face.

I'm not in Hull anymore, see...so i didn't punch him. Instead i shouted at him, telling him to give me my wallet back. Incredibly, he threw it in a nearby bush, with the cards still in it, taking only the fiver cash i had. Now, as my signature is so stupidly cheap that a kid could easily forge it, i was paranoid about my cards...so I marched him to this bush (took bloody ages...must've been a weird site seeing this 173cm bloke with a beerbelly marching this 190cm skinny kid by the scruff of his neck).

so he finally said "it's this bush". I threw him in it and told him to fetch my wallet. Which he did. And my cards were still in it. I took the wallet and let him go, murmuring something about that he should not do this kind of crap again.

I only realised much later that I completely forgot to get my fiver back...he actually kept that, the skanky little runt.


pickpockets and proud, my arse...lowest of the low that lot. There's no telling what's in a man's wallet: could've been all kinds of important stuff outside of cash & cards: keys, sentimental photos, notes of paper with crucial info. If a man loses a wallet full of important stuff like that, and an idiot of a pickpocket only takes the cash anyway, then it's just a stupid stupid situation.

proud, my arse.
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Is right mate.
 
dholliday said:
I've only ever had one experience with a pickpocket. 'twas here in Berlin (Hackescher Markt). I was drunk and am normally in a riproaring good mood when in this state, and was walking along the empty market streets, must've been about 3am or so. This tall skinny french guy (probably early-20's) starts chatting good-humoured banter, we start chatting football (Thierry Henry is amazing! I'm Everton, who are you? kind of thing).

We then give each other a manly hug and said our goodbyes.

So I automatically put my hand in my jacket pocket and realise it wasn't zipped like it normally is. Then I realise my wallet's not in it. Then I realise that cheeky fracker pickpocketed me.

Now me, being from Hull, stalked the streets until I found him, did indeed find him (after about an hour prowling), chased him down, threw him onto the ground and was just about to pile my fists into his face when i saw his panicked look, the utter scaredy-cat way he was shielding his face.

I'm not in Hull anymore, see...so i didn't punch him. Instead i shouted at him, telling him to give me my wallet back. Incredibly, he threw it in a nearby bush, with the cards still in it, taking only the fiver cash i had. Now, as my signature is so stupidly cheap that a kid could easily forge it, i was paranoid about my cards...so I marched him to this bush (took bloody ages...must've been a weird site seeing this 173cm bloke with a beerbelly marching this 190cm skinny kid by the scruff of his neck).

so he finally said "it's this bush". I threw him in it and told him to fetch my wallet. Which he did. And my cards were still in it. I took the wallet and let him go, murmuring something about that he should not do this kind of crap again.

I only realised much later that I completely forgot to get my fiver back...he actually kept that, the skanky little runt.


pickpockets and proud, my arse...lowest of the low that lot. There's no telling what's in a man's wallet: could've been all kinds of important stuff outside of cash & cards: keys, sentimental photos, notes of paper with crucial info. If a man loses a wallet full of important stuff like that, and an idiot of a pickpocket only takes the cash anyway, then it's just a stupid stupid situation.

proud, my arse.
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Mick ?
 


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