I put my bag down for a minute today in Evans Cycles, Waterloo while I turned around to look at some bikes, and some miserable scrote appears to have made off with it. There goes my phone, blackberry, running shoes, gym kit (unfortunately freshly washed rather than sweaty). My own silly fault for being careless, but it’s a bit of a shag having to keep a hand on your stuff 24/7 to avoid an opportunist having it away. Guess that’s life these days.

Labels: crime, london