Kennet and Avon shoplifting spree
In the third year at my secondary school (girls, semi-posh, clever clogs all around) we had a rather dull trip planned around the Kennet and Avon canal. For some unknown, mystical reason we all started pinching anything that wasn't nailed down. From a boat owner's cider to the pens and rubbers at the Kennet/Avon floating museum. The worst hit was the tourist information office where all the tacky Brittania merchandise was hoovered up by our light fingers. I didn't even feel any guilt when the old dears running the place marvelled at how much stock they had sold and how clear the shelves were as we trooped out. Afterwards no-one ever spoke about it again, and we all went back to being our prissy little 13 year old selves again. It was very, very strange.
(bonjelafiend, Sat 9 Dec 2006, 21:49, Reply)