Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Bastards

Well, it turned out to be a good gig last night, a good time was had by all, a few beers were enjoyed afterwards, and then I went home to find some bastard had broken in and nicked my laptop. I'm now sitting twiddling my thumbs waiting for the police to arrive. There wasn't anything crucial or irretrievable on it, and they didn't take anything else as far as I can see, so it could have been worse, but still: bastards.

9 comments:

Cheerful One said...

Yes. Bastards, and after such a lovely evening too.

Bastards.

Anonymous said...

the woman i was covering for in french bank got burgled during her absence and had to have her door replaced (police had nailed corrugated iron sheet over it) so my temp assignment lasted until last friday instead of ending on 10th (more money for me).
the chief risk officer got burgled while he was at work the week before.
in all 3 cases i had known the flats would be empty...

Anonymous said...

I am innocent though...honest!

Anon.

Erin said...

Oh no! How annoying. Glad your concert went well though! My rehearsal was cancelled last minute though... however I was probably still camped out at work while you guys were playing.

Anonymous said...

c'est la vie!

Amelie xx

Lucia said...

Oh no no no. That is truly shit. Sorry to hear that.

petemaskreplica said...

Thank you for your kind words.

The police came round, dusted for fingerprints (there weren't any; the intruder had gloves on) and made sympathetic noises, while also admiting there's not really much they can do about it.

Afterwards, I forced myself to go out to Tesco's (quite easy, as it was either do that or not eat). Got on the bus, and a couple of stops up 3 nasty looking boys got on, one of them trying to sidle in without paying. The driver refused to drive on until they got off, and it escalated to the point where I thought a fight might break out. Luckily one of the youths was less of a shithead than the others and persuaded his mates to get off the bus (and even apologised to the rest of us passengers). Not a nice experience after what had gone before. Suddenly my world seems colder, less familiar and more harsh and threatening than before. It'll pass, of course. But that clawing paranoia that interprets every sound as a potential intruder remains for the moment.

Julia Buckley said...

That sucks. Hope your insurance coughed up.

petemaskreplica said...

The stress, the sense of invasion and privacy violated, the neurotic paranoia, the loss of property, all these are as nothing compared to having to deal with fucking insurance brokers.

(Although the fact that this is the third time I've tried to post this comes close.)