The WTF? Thread

[Sean of the Shed]

https://twitter.com/CoreyKitchener/status/1675960999399112706?s=20

[Antepli Ejderha]

https://www.theguardian.com/world/20...droidApp_Other

Wtaf? What did he think Rome was famous for as a tourist destination?

[ursus arctos]

Ivan Dmitrov could easily be the Bulgarian version of John Doe

It does appear that the bricks he defaced were part of a 19th c restoration effort, though he seems not to have known that either.

[Evariste Euler Gauss]

So Ivan Dimitrov carved his initials, and the authorities managed to ID him?

[edit - bugger, just read the story and it was names, not initials. Way to ruin a good gag.]

[Etienne]

So Ivan Dimitrov carved his initials, and the authorities managed to ID him?

[edit - bugger, just read the story and it was names, not initials. Way to ruin a good gag.]

It was more ego than id, I think.

[Evariste Euler Gauss]

very good!

[ursus arctos]

https://twitter.com/JoePompliano/status/1680262702755635202?s=20

[hobbes]

SO in my day, ex-footballers just bought a pub and drank themselves stupid.
Nowadays they don't seem to need the booze.

https://twitter.com/louorns/status/1680005912315002881?s=20

[Patrick Thistle]

I didn't click on this

[ursus arctos]

Understandable given how many "cost of living out of control" stories one sees these days

[Discordant Resonance]

Somehow, can't imagine Richard Boyd-Barrett stealing a pair of Hugo Boss sunglasses from Dublin Airport, not least because he can afford his own.

[Balderdasha]

Shoplifting isn't always about not being able to afford things, see Winona Ryder.

[elguapo4]

Somehow, can't imagine Richard Boyd-Barrett stealing a pair of Hugo Boss sunglasses from Dublin Airport, not least because he can afford his own.

Although I did once see R B- B emerging from upmarket supermarket Fallon and Byrne. A literal Smoked Salmon Socialist.

[The Awesome Berbaslug!!!]

Shoplifting isn't always about not being able to afford things, see Winona Ryder.

Yeah a Norwegian mp makes plenty of money. It looks more like a cry for help than anything else. Though since it's norway, he's likely to be able to find that help more easily than in most places.

[The Awesome Berbaslug!!!]

Although I did once see R B- B emerging from upmarket supermarket Fallon and Byrne. A literal Smoked Salmon Socialist.

They used to do a decently priced lunch, but that was a while ago. I'm not hugely gone on that phrase, as smoked salmon isnt that expensive for an occasional purchase, and we should really be aiming for a world where that is an option for everyone. I have no problem with him wanting to get his hands on some nice cheese or some specialty olives, or some tricky to find ingredients. There are bigger issues to deal with if you are a rugby school revolutionary.

(I have heard nothing but terrible things about St Michael's. Apparently it's status as a spillover school for Blackrock had a terrible impact on its culture. David o'doherty certainly has a lot to say about it, and had his mic turned off when he was invited back to give the graduation class speech)

[Patrick Thistle]

[Amor de Cosmos]

"Restaurant inspired" sounds like a synonym for "It's not our fault, honest!"

[Simon G]

Shoplifting isn't always about not being able to afford things, see Winona Ryder.

When I was 17 and just turning 18 I worked in a cash and carry. I was earning little more than £3 an hour and working 9 hours a week - 5:00-8:00 on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday.

One evening, I was put in the cigarette room. Cigarettes were dealt with differently in the cash and carry, customers purchased them and they were scanned in said room before being bagged and sealed with the invoice, which was then checked again as the customer was leaving the premises. The cigarette room was little more than a large safe.

Anyway, on this evening, one of my colleagues was working on confectionary, which was immediately outside the safe. He would pop into the stock room once or twice and take a few of the cigs from the damaged stock. After doing a decent job in there that night, apparently it became my new role, so I would work in there every evening I was in. One Monday they'd cleared all the damaged stock so my mate was unable to get any.

I don't know how, maybe it's because you could work in that room and not have a customer for about an hour at a time, but I managed to work out the blind spots in a small square room that had 3 CCTV cameras. Whilst refilling the stock, I also noticed that I was putting the boxes into a trolley which would then be taken out the back for recycling. I suggested to my friend that if we kept a box from being flattened on top, we could fill said box with stock and nab some to sell on. I also worked out that as he had a locker in the staff room, he could get the full box upstairs and fill his bag. The big issue was getting it out of the building. I needed a lift home and my mate drove, but the car-park had cameras - apart from where the staff room toilets were, and the staff room toilets had a window. We decided that if I could get out of the building first, I could walk around that side of the building (it was my logical way home anyway) and he could drop his bag out of the window. I could pick the bag up and he'd pick me up to "offer me a lift home". We would then split the bounty.

This worked brilliantly for a couple of weeks, but it seemed overly risky still doing it in the main room. Then I had a brain wave, just put the trolley into the stock room - where there was no CCTV - fill the box in there, then do the rest of the routine from there.

This was perfect and we must have done it for about 6 months with no issues. I'll probably go into what happened when they realised loads of cigarettes were missing in the annual stock take and my internal hearing and the Police searching my house, etc... another time, but the point of this post was to back up Balder's point.

When I was 18 I received the insurance from when my dad was killed. I had plenty of money in the bank, I didn't even need the 9 hour a week job, let alone stealing 7/8 cartons of cigarettes a night. But I felt invincible. This is genuinely one of the brightest ideas I've ever had and I honestly thought I'd never get caught. When the shit hit the fan, I was a bit of a mess, and I'm not proud of what I was doing, but I honestly thought I was the cleverest person in the World every time I got out of my mate's car with a bag full of cigs to sell to my friends at 6th Form and family members. Living with my aunt and uncle, it actually paid my rent with them for a few months.

[Lang Spoon]

Blimey.

[Lang Spoon]

Waaay more prosaically. I shoplifted comics, spectrum games, copies of Your Sinclair in a fairly compulsive manner from about 12-13 from John Menzies, Boots and Littlewoods. All of whom had really shit security. I didn't need to, could have bought all this shite with pocket money, even if that would have meant saving up/prioritising purchases. It was a rush, a furtive, solitary but giddy thrill. Then one day an auld wifie in Menzies spied what I was up to, gave me a narrow eyed auld wifie look and an "i ken what you're daein!" and that was me- lost my nerve and never went back to it.

In a few years I'd get that same kind of rush elsewhere, that auld wifie probably saved me from at the least an afternoon in tears in a store detectives office waiting for the polis to drive me home to my angry AND disappointed parents.

[Balderdasha]

I showed his picture to my daughter. Her response was "ooh, where can we buy that?"

[Patrick Thistle]

I showed his picture to my daughter. Her response was "ooh, where can we buy that?"

Do you have a B&M Home store in your posh town? If not, dm me your address and I'll mail you a bottle.

[Patrick Thistle]

B&M and/or Home Bargains are an absolute goldmine for weird food items that I haven't seen anywhere else.

[Balderdasha]

I've only ever shoplifted one thing in my life, a packet of star-shaped plastic stick-on gel earrings in pink and purple colours. I must have been about six or seven years old. I wanted them and my mum wouldn't let me buy them so I slipped them into the pocket of my school summer dress. Then when I got home I didn't know how to smuggle them out of the dress without my mum seeing. They ended up in the laundry and the backing cardboard turned into a soggy mush. The earrings themselves probably ended up in the washing machine filter. My mum asked me if I knew what the mush was and I shrugged and denied all knowledge. I then carried the guilt of that around with me for about ten years before telling her about it when I was as teenager. Unsurprisingly, she had no memory of the incident.

[Balderdasha]

Do you have a B&M Home store in your posh town? If not, dm me your address and I'll mail you a bottle.

We have not one, but two B&M stores. I have no idea why. I'll take a look next time I go past. Cheers.

It looks absolutely disgusting to me though.