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Looney
Haven't seen much from him lately
Ken Livingstone Seagull.
Main Tais all round.
I had an off-NSC discussion with LI a while back and he generously donated to the NSC Kit Sponsorship pot. I think he's a good sort really and NSC is poorer for his absence.
Starry.
Looney
Haven't seen much from him lately
I spend a lot of time on a gasman-impersonation forum nowadays taking some tips from some of the legends of the industry, planning my next old-person's-home heist. I entered the scene thinking it was the old women, those mauve-haired troglodytes forever in plastic wrapping, that would be the easiest to prey on, but it turns out it's the elderly gents who ache the loneliest and beg for the outskirts of company. They're eagerer to answer doors that ring and offer cups of tea they've run out of all but powdered milk to make in exchange for an ear that feigns listening and a single crooked smile. On entry, i look out for the likelihood of other potential visiters in the form of large-fonted appointment diaries left somewhere in the unkemptness, and ancient weapons either dangling from walls or hidden neath beds to be used against me when my job is in full flow. One can't keep a constant eye on the tied-up when scouring for loot, and i learnt from Tim "four-finger" Spitley about the dangers of turning to find a war veteran coming at you with a rusty scimitar. And there's often talk on June 16th of Arty Trowel, the forever-uncaught toolkitted master of disguise, whose name was all those in the trade new of thanks to his face being blown clean off by someone wilier than they appeared on that very date back in '06. There are rumours of his blunder - the possibility that the "old geezer" who took him and his face outmastered sly Arty and was no more than a rival wearing the cloth of a man beyond his years; and the one about a dash of over-confidence that made him forget the basics and underdose the drugged tea he fed his mostly-decrepid victims - but no one really knows. It's all just hearsay with Arty and his faginesque myth. Personally, i follow very simple rules, and they are as follows: 1 - have a batch of well-designed headed-paper that validates my visit. 2 - have the deepest of smiles on the face of the badge i deceptively wear and flash. 3 - always ask where the wife is today so that a lengthy and befuddled tale of tragedy and love-at-first-sight can rattle on as i mentally log areas of interest and value around the yellowed room. 4 - carry a selection of sweets from gobstoppers to toffee eclairs. 5 - hold a concealed weapon in case a dog comes at me. 6 - make a series of pretend phonecalls on my mobile to the manager, normally called Bill, to say i've spotted a leak and to send Derek down ASAP to get it sorted. With those, and the obvious oversized holdall of crowbars and blow-torches, i normally do quite well. In the last month i've done three places and collected over £700, mostly in smallchange. Admittedly, i earnt more lecturing at Brunel in Biomedical Science, but this give me more of a buzz.
I had an off-NSC discussion with LI a while back and he generously donated to the NSC Kit Sponsorship pot. I think he's a good sort really and NSC is poorer for his absence.
Commander;4035995It was you who drove him away! I believe you called him a 'nasty piece of work'. I think he is probably a good sort really said:LI was great value, he trod on a few egos and made some posters apopleptic with rage, which in turn made GREAT reading, get him back Bozza
He also had a great way with words.