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Mrs Jaggedone and myself have had a traumatic experience this week, some arseholes broke into our business here, nicked our Mercedes and some cash and the consequences of the robbery have caused seberaal other knock-backs, albeit we are still both alive and kicking?

Any of you guys ever experienced such a shitty experience? Maybe we can cry on each others shoulders.

I know there's a lot of really nice people here and I must admit the (nearly) always upbeat JO is feeling a bit down at the moment.

Hang the bastards!!!!!!!

JO (I'm voting for Adolf next time because my Mercedes is on it's way to Untermenschen land)

Sorry to hear about that JO!

They obviously didn't know of your fierce some persona or they wouldn't have messed with you...

do you need Mossad...one phone call from Morse and they'll be in a rolling suitcase
on your doorstep....

I think the Merc was the tip off...get a yugo for out front, and a new Speedster for the garage built like a vault..

Hope it works out...if you can do fried clams, move over to SC and live in a gated
community...with bridges!

Morsie

Fear not! I am ON THE CASE!

I know MANY 'arseholes' and promise to look into them all.

Lady G.

One time we had a fire in the kitchen.

As we had a baby we had to move out for a couple of weeks.

Kitchen gutted.

The bastards turned up in a removal van one day when I was at work and took every stick of furniture in the house. Carpets, curtains, even the fucking family photo albums.

When I went to check on the house it was just bare floorboards throughout.

Pretty shitty experience that was.

You have my sympathy mate.

But you'll get over it.

Regards

Skoob.

I've not. Had my car broken into once. Although that is small potatoes compared to what you and your wife went through, I remember how violated I felt.

I hope you get it sorted out and they catch the idiots who did this to you. And I hope you get over it soon. It takes time, but thank goodness you weren't at home when they struck. It could have been worse.

Charpa

My incident was a good few years ago Charpa, well over it.

I hunted them down and killed them.

Actually, that's a complete lie. They were never caught.

Ah well, you live and learn.

Regards

Skoob.

Sorry to hear that JO.
As Charpa says, at least you and Mrs JO are still here to tell the tale...

( about the f**king c**ts).

I'm sure the perpetrators will eventually get their 'come-uppance' in HM Prison's shower-room facilities. With knobs on.

Like the phoenix, you must come back to life ever stronger... to feed on brains and... er... oh. No. That's zombies I'm thinking of...

Onwards and oopwards JO!!!

pinxit

I love art. I'd appreciate it if you'd email some of your artwork. Really, I'm not kidding. We have a few talented artists in the family, so it would be interesting to see some of your work. Not for a critique (unless you want it) but just because I love art.

Plus, if you Email me some of your stuff, it saves me the bother of coming round there and robbing your house.

Just kidding with the last line

Regards

Skoob.

Greeetings

All I can add to the overall mix of well wishes and revisited re-tells of hellish-like moments when intruders overstep their bounds, is that when officially retiring for an otherwise lengthy and would-be peaceful period of shut eye slumber, it's best to wear some form of night clothes. The lower portions of which seem to be well worth the effort.

All of which I learned the hard way (no pun intended) when, during an early morning break-in at a long, long ago Boston apartment, some enterprising young no account slipped into the bedroom and was in the process of yanking the TV out of the wall when I, your humble narrator, suddenly awoke, and quickly startled said thief in the night enough to cause him to immediately exit - stage left with, of course, 18" idiot box in hand.

Needless to say, me being a young full of piss and vinegar sort back then (along with, if I remember correctly, a generous amount of equally fluid yet entirely more lethal-like libations - it was, after all a time of college days, and all that seemed, at the time, to be entirely necessary to go with it) I quickly gave chase, only to realize after getting to the second floor hallway just above the stairway that lead to the front door below, that I wasn't exactly dressed for any such an would-be citizen's arrest occasion.

In fact, I wasn't, in any form of the word, dressed at all, except for a sheepish smile and an altogether poorly positioned backhand, during my slow but steady retreat back to the now unsafe confines of my recently invaded home of sorts.

Yeah well, you live, you learn.

And, along the way, you sleep with anything close to being like pants on if you have to.

That is, like, just in case.

And, oh yeah, it doesn't hurt none leaving the TV somewhere's else around the place where you don't normally like to sleep one off.

Or, so I seem to recall.

Not that any of that's gonna help ya. But, at least it might put you in the mood and/or mind to never pass up the opportunity to otherwise be pro-active with regards to your potential choice in slumber-like attire.

I guess.

john peurach.

Greeetings

All I can add to the overall mix of well wishes and revisited re-tells of hellish-like moments when intruders overstep their bounds, is that when officially retiring for an otherwise lengthy and would-be peaceful period of shut eye slumber, it's best to wear some form of night clothes. The lower portions of which seem to be well worth the effort.

All of which I learned the hard way (no pun intended) when, during an early morning break-in at a long, long ago Boston apartment, some enterprising young no account slipped into the bedroom and was in the process of yanking the TV out of the wall when I, your humble narrator, suddenly awoke, and quickly startled said thief in the night enough to cause him to immediately exit - stage left with, of course, 18" idiot box in hand.

Needless to say, me being a young full of piss and vinegar sort back then (along with, if I remember correctly, a generous amount of equally fluid yet entirely more lethal-like libations - it was, after all a time of college days, and all that seemed, at the time, to be entirely necessary to go with it) I quickly gave chase, only to realize after getting to the second floor hallway just above the stairway that lead to the front door below, that I wasn't exactly dressed for any such an would-be citizen's arrest occasion.

In fact, I wasn't, in any form of the word, dressed at all, except for a sheepish smile and an altogether poorly positioned backhand, during my slow but steady retreat back to the now unsafe confines of my recently invaded home of sorts.

Yeah well, you live, you learn.

And, along the way, you sleep with anything close to being like pants on if you have to.

That is, like, just in case.

And, oh yeah, it doesn't hurt none leaving the TV somewhere's else around the place where you don't normally like to sleep one off.

Or, so I seem to recall.

Not that any of that's gonna help ya. But, at least it might put you in the mood and/or mind to never pass up the opportunity to otherwise be pro-active with regards to your potential choice in slumber-like attire.

I guess.

john peurach.

Thanks Girls and Guys for your well appreciated responses, they are very welcome in such moments!

I know there are a lot of good people here and one feels at "home" amongst you although you're a mad fucking bunch! (maybe that's why?).

Solidarity in such moments, that's all.

Although we all know the world is full of shit, we also know there are havens of people who only want it to be better, know that it is unachievable, but attempt to release their frustrations through the written word, a common goal for those who still have respect and go about their business in an honest fashion without harming others.

I know you are out there on the Spoof, that's the reason why I hang around.

Cheers once again JO

Thanks JP, super piece, JO

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Quote: John Peurach

Greeetings

All I can add to the overall mix of well wishes and revisited re-tells of hellish-like moments when intruders overstep their bounds, is that when officially retiring for an otherwise lengthy and would-be peaceful period of shut eye slumber, it's best to wear some form of night clothes. The lower portions of which seem to be well worth the effort.

All of which I learned the hard way (no pun intended) when, during an early morning break-in at a long, long ago Boston apartment, some enterprising young no account slipped into the bedroom and was in the process of yanking the TV out of the wall when I, your humble narrator, suddenly awoke, and quickly startled said thief in the night enough to cause him to immediately exit - stage left with, of course, 18" idiot box in hand.

Needless to say, me being a young full of piss and vinegar sort back then (along with, if I remember correctly, a generous amount of equally fluid yet entirely more lethal-like libations - it was, after all a time of college days, and all that seemed, at the time, to be entirely necessary to go with it) I quickly gave chase, only to realize after getting to the second floor hallway just above the stairway that lead to the front door below, that I wasn't exactly dressed for any such an would-be citizen's arrest occasion.

In fact, I wasn't, in any form of the word, dressed at all, except for a sheepish smile and an altogether poorly positioned backhand, during my slow but steady retreat back to the now unsafe confines of my recently invaded home of sorts.

Yeah well, you live, you learn.

And, along the way, you sleep with anything close to being like pants on if you have to.

That is, like, just in case.

And, oh yeah, it doesn't hurt none leaving the TV somewhere's else around the place where you don't normally like to sleep one off.

Or, so I seem to recall.

Not that any of that's gonna help ya. But, at least it might put you in the mood and/or mind to never pass up the opportunity to otherwise be pro-active with regards to your potential choice in slumber-like attire.

I guess.

john peurach.

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My mam and dad had a number of break-ins - small items taken....off to the car-boot sales. They were upstairs sleeping at the time.

Also broken into years before, keys taken from my brother's jacket downstairs...keys to the Supermarket he worked at....safe broken into and thousands of pounds taken. Never solved. Police interviewed one of my brothers (17) - and they weren't supposed to without dad or mam there. The 12 yr. old brother hid under the bed too scared to come out. He'd found my brothers jacket outside.

Today, the 17 yr. old (now 50) is a policeman himself!!

As a newly-wed in 1970, our flat was broken into...the way it was done we believe it was a family member as whoever it was knew were were away for that night. Years later...we think we accused the wrong one!!!!!!

Police-man brother had his car broken into, right outside his house, didn't hear a thing.

Other 'eldest' brother had his car stolen when we were at the hospital visiting our mam. His new duvet and MY NEW TAP SHOES ESPECIALLY ORDERED IN FROM AUSTRALIA, WERE IN THE TRUNK/BOOT AT THE TIME. This wasn't long ago - I danced as an adult....

Baby brother had 'strimmer' stole, but we believe the young thief was after his bike....but my brother had cycled to work that morning. My dad saw the youngster waving the strimmer, coming around the corner from my brother's house. Strimmers were not the 'fashion' in UK at the time..dad had used ours in Canada when visiting, so bought one when he got home. That's how he figured out where the lad had got it from coz he'd lent it to my brother.

Mam called police....Policeman brother got the call and they got the lad....coz dad had stayed outside to see which house he headed into...when my brother was face to face with him the lad was lifted off his feet by his jacket collar by my policeman brother when he had the audacity to call our dad a 'liar'.

The list goes on.

I understand what it's like to know someones been in your 'space'. Our 'thief' even ate food from our kitchen. Obviously feeling VERY SAFE and comfortable,unscrewing the bulbs that gave an orange glow to our plastic coals on our very 70's electric fire, so no light could be seen from outside.

I know so many people over 'ome who have been touched by crime...yet here we live in a small town, with other small towns all around (like villages . We never lock our front door....leave the cars ouside unlocked..visit the malls and see people loading bags of groceries into the back of open pick-up trucks then going back into the mall to finish their shopping, windows down in the heat of summer.
Visiting Toronto etc. is different...we lock our cars there.

Up the road from us is a vegetable cart with a 'SELF SERVICE' box. No one 'mans' it...you just take the fruit or veg. you want and put the money in the box.

Makes you wonder!!! Glad I live here...but we still have 'some' crime. No police in town though...their office is in another town 13 kms away. We HAD 2 local policemen and a tiny police station above the Post Office, way back in the 80's.

LG, just read your piece, and I thought we had bad luck!!!!!!!

Yeah it's a shock to the system but Mrs JO, Junior JO and this old fart are still alive and kicking, thanks for your piece LG, you're a star!

My sympathy goes out to you - unless one has experienced it nobody can understand the feeling of violation.

I had a break in when I lived in Equador - the cops came and told me to call in later in the week at the stolen property office. I did, it was a big room with a pile of suitcases on top of which stood a dentist's chair. As I left a helpful officer told me I would be better off going to the local market and bying my stuff back!

I would aske for the number of your Merc except it is probably in Nigeria by now.

Lady G
"This wasn't long ago - I danced as an adult..."

Is this because or despite of the theft?

Lynton...bit of humour always helps us all. Actually I took tap-dancing classes as a child. Working class...couldn'.go far - so when I became an adult and came to Canada.. I did indeed join up, take (and teach)adult tap. Lots of fun.
Passed an audition for The Geritol Follies based in Hamilton, Ontario - but need to be retired to be available for rehearsals and shows in Canada and the U.S. LOL

The follow-up to the story of my new tap shoes is that..luckily the woman in Middlesbrough had ordered TWO pairs - same size...so I DO have a pair of tap shoes...payment covered by my brother's car insurance

Lady G.

Jaggedone - I do hope you and yours can somehow 'trust' again and relax in your home....it's not easy.

As a teacher I have a couple of students with 'sticky fingers'...it's difficult to deal with...but when we look into their home-lives....the apples don't fall far from the trees. Sad but true!

Lady G.

Sad but true!

Lady G.

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That's a Metallica song BTW

JO

Sorry to hear about the break in.

At least we know you are not living in a prison.