Now THIS is how you do it

While at University, my mate heard lots of banging and clanging from downstairs, assumed it was his drunken Uni pal and went back to sleep.

Imagine his dismay, then, when he went down to find a big, empty room where once had resided lots of useless University garbage.

The N64 - GONE!

An electric guitar with 3 broken strings - GONE!

The Video recorder - GONE!

All their videotapes - GONE!

...well, not exactly. The robber saw "The Great Escape" had been in the VCR, decided they didn't like it very much and lobbed it behind the couch. Ahaha.

Considering The Great Escape was his favourite film, now it was most definitely on.

He took to the streets, like some vaguely drunken student on a mission to get even, and (while yelling "bloody smackheads") proceeded to charge down the various alleyways in search of his drug addled quarry.

This, dear readers, is where things start to get awesome.

He turned a corner, pretty certain with regards "whodunnit", and was greeted by the sight of a slowly building crowd, an ambulance and a bunch of policemen standing round looking useful.

"What's happened", he asked the nearest copper.

Turns out some local drug addict had been on the rob, stolen a bunch of stuff and had just flogged it for some dangerously OTT drugs. He'd had his fix, and promptly collapsed in a heap of blood and whatever else comes out of your face when overdosing on ten gallons of PCP and Angeldust.

Of course, it's at this point our hero is informed the gear inside the house consisted of a pile of awful films, a VCR and an N64 with Super Mario still in the slot.

How wonderfully ironic, or something.

For no real reason, the above example of social justice and hunting down the bad guy reminds me of this story here.

Minus the drugs, the dead body and The Great Escape of course.