
Burglars are cunts. About 8:30 am today (Saturday 11th April) I received a call from a person who lives near the archery club that I’m a member of to say that he’d found a couple of bows, a number of cases, some arrows and some quivers in the stream behind the club while on his morning walk through the park that the club sits on the edge of. So I called another committee member and we met at the club, where we found damage to the exterior of the clubhouse, presumably caused by the first attempt the little fuckers made to get in before kicking in the door.
Inside, they’d been through all the drawers and cupboards before breaking the lock on one of the equipment stores and taking a number of the cases and bows and arrows that we use for beginners courses and have a go days. It’s not particularly expensive equipment, but that’s not the point. Fortunately, they failed to get into the equipment store that contains the more expensive bows, arrows and equipment that we rent to new members while they’re getting together enough money to buy their own gear (archery can be quite expensive).
Five-0 were fucking useless. Couldn’t get through on the non-emergency number and the plod I spoke to at the local station could not have given less of a fuck. Probably would have sent armed response if I’d been reporting someone for buying a packet of hob nobs, but this was an actual crime so we were told to fill out an online complaint. My tongue is still sore from having to bite it.
Anyway, burglars, especially the scum who broke into my club, are cunts of galactic proportions.
Nominated by Quick Draw McGraw