in 2006 my band had jus played in Croydon and I caught a bus home as i was twatted, i was sitting by the bus door texting the mrs and three youths came down the stairs and one grabbed my phone as they got off. Thankfully they ignored the £800 bass guitar on my lap. Also had my car broken into in an attempt to get my 6x9s out of the parcel shelf. Hence I now live in Hastings; Screw Croydon!
last time you felt like the cat that got the cream and the reason(s) for it?