Jorjo
Heliman
Location: Belfast NI
| Cheers for the advice on the UK insurance issue  )
the American cival war breaking out over guns here was getting on my ****.
May I make a suggestion?
I helped a Buddy of mine get stuff back a few years back, which inturn led to an even stranger situation. Anyways, odds are its been kids or late teens involved, My suggestion is that you seek out a kid thats not obviously connected with you, ie nephew and have him put the word out arround school that he's cash to burn on a Heli, you may well be surprised how quickly someone will come up with a lead.
Anyways, the twist to the tale.
We did this for a friend and recoverd the goods moderatly easily, ie no police interfearance when the inhabitants of the flat containing his goods found their front door land forcably in their livingroom, ( I find that often represents a good firm knock and basis for negotiation under those circumstances).
But, a few weeks later, I get a phonecall through a second line of enquiry who knew we already had OUR goods back . (from guy who knew a guy who knew a guy who could provide) Imagine my amazement when I'm told that They can have XY&Z on monday lunchtime for £X (10th of the value) the list was like an inventory of my buddys collection of equipment to the letter(remember we have it all back already).
What to do?
Well. what else could we do, it was a Saturday and the goods being promised by Monday. We agreed.
that night we locked up his store as normal, only instead of leaving, we settled in with a deck of cards and a Bottle or two.
@ 2 am theres footsteps on the roof
by 2;15 the skylight has been prised open and by 2:20 the burgalar is in and skulking around with a flashlight.
Twould have been a real kodak moment if a camera had ever been invented that would be fast enough to capture his expresion in the time it took to bundle him in to a waiting flightcase and lock down the lid.
the case was then oiked in to the back of the van ( visably leaking a liquid suspisiously like urine) while we set about securing the premisis again.
i guess you have all heard of the mourne mountians from irish folk songs, however, the mourns are a bleak missirable place in the wee small hours. anyways, half way up the mourns theres a spot by the name of Spelga dam, beside it theres a carpark, trust me. if the world farts, it comes out there. the place is in the arsehole of nowhere. Picture, damp cold, foggy and bleak. a forty mile trip from Belfast to get there and oik the flight case unceramoniously out from the back of the van and bounce it upright, then wheel it round front to approx twenty feet down from the headlights. The lid off and with a strong flash light in soggy burgulars eyes, he's requested to remove socks and shoes, the his wallet and cell phone and place them in bin liner ( kindly provided ) The poor sod thought he was about to breath his last but was simply told to walk without looking back. the flight case went back in the van and we backed up turned and whent the opposite direction. ( and slung the binliner complete with contents in the first bin we passed on the way home)
For the benift of the Americians, may I stress, no guns where required, nor was any violence. nobody ever did get back to us about that list of gear shedualed cheap for monday.
we can only assume he walked to safety, since nothing appeared on the local news. [shrug]
I'd be reasnonably convinced that he discovered a sense of consequence and responsibilty bloody quick though )
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