Whenever I'm in Plymouth City Centre, doing a bit of shopping or such-like,
I always used to worry about having my phone nicked by one of them odd
looking local types. Now, whenever I stop for a coffee "al fresco" - I always
search out a convenient heap of dog shit and stick my mobile into the
centre of it. There's always a plentiful supply of faeces knocking around
the local coffee bars - so it's never been a problem finding a pile sufficiently
large enough to support a Sony Ericsson. When I've drunk my cappucino,
I simply retrieve my phone and put it back in my pocket. I have to say that
I have never had a mobile phone stolen from me yet.
How many of you can say that eh?