Cozzer
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Christmas Eve, circa 8.45pm, out with the dog.
A local lay-by, also known as the 200 yard public toilet for taxi drivers and other men who forgot to call at the pub's toilet before they left.
Walking along in the gloom, I spy a motorist who was having trouble changing a tyre on his hatchback. Lots of stuff being thrown on the pavement.
Poor bugger...Xmas Eve, and a awkward wheel change.
I was maybe 40 yards away when we were spotted. The bloke shouts (a warning) to his mate, who had parked his flatbed pickup t'other side of the hatchback.
They climb in their respective vehicles, and scarper...
Too dark/far for number plates, sad to say....but I did spot something before the hatchback driver fled.
When I reached the scene, the "puncture" was a load of builder's rubble, complete with knackered wheelbarrow, large paint cans, lumps of concrete...
Rang 101 when I got home.
The operator couldn't wait to tell me that it wasn't anything to do with the cops. It's a council matter.
I tried to butt in. There was something else that I hadn't managed to say....
I was again interrupted, advising it was a council matter, and therefore I'd have to wait until they were open again, presumably early in the New Year.
Again, I had to be firm and tell her that I hadn't finished my story....
The item I'd spotted - and picked up - was the hatchback driver's mobile phone....Still live, all his numbers. All his contacts.
You've been nicked, matey....
101's attitude changed. Not a lot, but enough to bother taking my details and saying that the phone would be collected in due course.....
It was, a few days ago.
A PCSO. He looked unimpressed, I have to say.
There was I, hoping that the flyer had had a real miserable Christmas, just waiting for the knock on his door. He must've realised where he'd lost his phone, and that someone would find it....
But no....
The Police, I was assured by the PCSO, wouldn't have the right to open the phone's details.
They would be handing it over to the respective council, and to his knowledge, they wouldn't have the right either.
So what's the good of picking it up, I wondered.
Did I get either of the reg plate details? No.
What colour? It was night time, on a lay-by. No CCTV. The nearest street light was over the road, 3 carriageways and a line of trees away.
"It's a shame you didn't get closer...."
Well, thanks for that. Possibly beaten up as a result...who knows?
Suffice to say, there's been no contact since, Police or council representative.
Perhaps I should've got the morons to sign a confession....
A local lay-by, also known as the 200 yard public toilet for taxi drivers and other men who forgot to call at the pub's toilet before they left.
Walking along in the gloom, I spy a motorist who was having trouble changing a tyre on his hatchback. Lots of stuff being thrown on the pavement.
Poor bugger...Xmas Eve, and a awkward wheel change.
I was maybe 40 yards away when we were spotted. The bloke shouts (a warning) to his mate, who had parked his flatbed pickup t'other side of the hatchback.
They climb in their respective vehicles, and scarper...
Too dark/far for number plates, sad to say....but I did spot something before the hatchback driver fled.
When I reached the scene, the "puncture" was a load of builder's rubble, complete with knackered wheelbarrow, large paint cans, lumps of concrete...
Rang 101 when I got home.
The operator couldn't wait to tell me that it wasn't anything to do with the cops. It's a council matter.
I tried to butt in. There was something else that I hadn't managed to say....
I was again interrupted, advising it was a council matter, and therefore I'd have to wait until they were open again, presumably early in the New Year.
Again, I had to be firm and tell her that I hadn't finished my story....
The item I'd spotted - and picked up - was the hatchback driver's mobile phone....Still live, all his numbers. All his contacts.
You've been nicked, matey....
101's attitude changed. Not a lot, but enough to bother taking my details and saying that the phone would be collected in due course.....
It was, a few days ago.
A PCSO. He looked unimpressed, I have to say.
There was I, hoping that the flyer had had a real miserable Christmas, just waiting for the knock on his door. He must've realised where he'd lost his phone, and that someone would find it....
But no....
The Police, I was assured by the PCSO, wouldn't have the right to open the phone's details.
They would be handing it over to the respective council, and to his knowledge, they wouldn't have the right either.
So what's the good of picking it up, I wondered.
Did I get either of the reg plate details? No.
What colour? It was night time, on a lay-by. No CCTV. The nearest street light was over the road, 3 carriageways and a line of trees away.
"It's a shame you didn't get closer...."
Well, thanks for that. Possibly beaten up as a result...who knows?
Suffice to say, there's been no contact since, Police or council representative.
Perhaps I should've got the morons to sign a confession....