saffy said:
*shrug* my landrover is made in the 1950's ... they didn't think to include door locks, no crime back then don't you know.
Back when I was eighteen.....
I used to park my old Cavalier next to an electrical distribution box in a country lane as I had permission to go shooting over the adjoining farm fields. It wasn't the most deserted place on earth. My mate, a good ten years my senior used to keep telling me not to leave bits and bobs hanging around the car, on show for all to see.
On this occasion, my mate and I were out shooting rabbits. After a good mornings shoot, we headed back to the car. Half way across the last field I heard a window smash. Off I ran, gun in hand (not with any intent mind you). I get to the gate and see this lanky chap going through the glove box, my gun slip in hand!
'WHAT THE FU*K ARE YOU UP TO THEN!!!' I shouted. This chap looks at me ( I have forgotten I have a gun), I swear to god, I have never seen such a look of fear on a mans face as the look he gave me. 'Sh!t...he's gota gun', the chap muttered, out the car and off he ran. At this point my mate turns up, 'STOP OR HE'LL SHOOT!' my mate cries out. Well, this chap starts to zig, zag up the road, like you seen in the war films. Left and right, left and right. Poor guy must have been knackered. The with out a word of a lie, he flies in to a commando roll (

), back up left and right.
Well by the time I managed to pull myself up off the floor and stop the spontaneous laughing, I did realise that he had taken my gun slip, after that day I left nothing on show and most certainly left nothing to advertise guns.
John