10/02/2012

 

Taxi to my crime den, please

Obviously we don’t condone any criminal activities at all – in fact we’re quite against any unlawful behaviour.

However, I think you’d agree that if you are going to commit a crime – burgling for example – then you should think about how you’re going to get away afterwards without being caught.

Two ridiculous thieves in Suffolk didn’t think about this very hard before stealing things from a log cabin in Haverhill which was positioned next to the owner’s home and being used as a recording studio.

One of the men, worried that he was going to be late for a dentist appointment – no joke – had asked his mate to help him with the robbery.

After taking some audio and recording equipment worth around £7465, the pair ordered a taxi and used their real names and gave the ringleader’s real home address!

The taxi driver thought their behaviour and what they wanted transported was suspicious, so he called the police. Around a similar time the owner of the log cabin reported the burglary, and a little later the neighbours of the burglars alerted police to suspicious goods being unloaded.

Needless to say both thieves pleaded guilty to their crimes – they had so much proof of their criminal activities stacked up against them there wouldn’t have been any point pleading innocent.

Honest citizens and police: One.
Bungling burglars: Zero.

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22/12/2009

 

My life as a taxi driver

I'm guessing many parents won't find this a new concept, but occasionally your car becomes a taxi and even though you have toiled all day at the office, school or factory, you find yourself doing an extra shift as you ferry everyone around in the family's personal taxi.

Yesterday, I got home from a full day in the duck2water office, cooked dinner, hung a load of washing and then took the family to their various clubs and hobby activities.

7pm. First drop - my year eight son to Judo club.

7.10pm. Second drop - my partner to footy training which officially starts at 7pm, but they never get going at that time (he normally cycles, but his bike had a puncture).

7.35pm. First pick up - my daughter from athletics training, which is a 25 minute drive away, she goes there after school in a friend's car but her friend's session finishes at 6.30pm and it seems unreasonable to expect them to hang around for her (I drive while praying for no road-works or hold ups).

8pm. Second pick up - drive back to Judo to pick up the Karate Kid (although I have been banned from calling him that) and then drop the two of them at home before the footballer has to get back in the car.

8.30pm. Third pick up - turn up the air freshener before the footballer gets in (open the windows), then drive home.

Arrive back at 8.45 to finally sit down - what a day.


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