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Funny things are happening in the locale of Greenfield Towers. Someone attempted to break into my neighbour's house yesterday, which doesn't seem odd until you know that it would be a pain in the arse to get into nextdoor's garden, along with the fact that an alley runs right next to my house and so it should be here that was broken into. The only conclusion I can draw is that someone has been watching the house next door, as it has been vacant for quite a while as my neighbour has been in hospital for ages. And! And! My dad says he saw people down the alleyway taking pictures of (quite probably) our house. Yikes! As Greenfield 2 would say, I R paranoid. So, the question is, should I now consume a massive bag of speed and await the burglar buggers with a cricket bat?

― DG, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

New scary answers!

― DG, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

couldn't young nicholas be used as bait to lure him out and then jump him like on tv, with comical and sexy results?

― jess, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I couldn't inflict Nick on a burglar, they'd take me to court and win.

― DG, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

invite them in for tea. then bash them. confuse the man you hate, dg.

― jess, Wednesday, 28 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Bloody hell, I had a fright just now. I was just sitting here typing my post on the George Harrison thread and there was this tremendous noise outside - we have a little passage that runs from the front garden to the back and it sounded like someone was (clumsily) trying the gate (fright number one). Everyone else in the house was asleep so I thought it best to go wake my dad up, which I did, and then to my horror he leaps out of bed STARK BOLLOCK NAKED (fright number two)! So anyway, we go downstairs and outside, and there's no-one there, so I lean over the wall and look down the (public) alley that runs by my house, and what do I find? There, a few feet away, is the most beautiful (and pretty damn big) fox I've ever seen. I caught its eye for a moment, and then it dashed off down the alleyway. Cheeky bugger.

― DG, Friday, 30 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Samantha Fox?

― Kim, Friday, 30 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

No, silly. The furry kind.

― DG, Friday, 30 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

There, a few feet away, is the most beautiful (and pretty damn big) fox I've ever seen. I caught its eye for a moment, and then it dashed off down the alleyway. Cheeky bugger.

That Pinefox, you never know where he's going to turn up next...

― Nicole, Friday, 30 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

No. It wasn't him, it wasn't ranting about how vile Britney Spears is.

― DG, Friday, 30 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Maybe he was rooting around for Lloyd Cole albums?

― Nicole, Friday, 30 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Are you sure it wasn't Samantha? I mean, an alley isn't exactly the *last* place I'd go celeb spotting for that one.

― Kim, Friday, 30 November 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

There was no evidence of it having a shrill Essex accent, so the jury's out on that one.

― DG, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

After all, the sensible place to start looking for Lloyd Cole albums would be in the rubbish.

― Mark C, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Foxes! I saw one running down Gray's Inn Road at midnight last week. It looked like it was on its way to the bins behind the new Konditor and Cook shop.

― suzy, Saturday, 1 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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