Tracking & Hunting Stories by request (Dan)
- ION BRITTON
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I'm sure he did not play in Disharmonic Orchestra. Patrick and co. are from another dimension (in comparison with the guy Roman described). Great story, that.deathster wrote:Yeah, big fuck you to OmenOfSteel for this story
I have been in Klagenfurt too in 2004... maybe the records` owner played in Disharmonic Orchestra because this band is also from that town?
bigfootkit's one is downright killer, though. a proof that alcohol brings awful results.
I am ... the One you warned me of
I know this is slightly off topic, but nonetheless:
I recently responded to an internet ad where a guy wanted to sell "162 metal LPs", or something similar. He also listed a lot of bands included but not the titles of the records. Saw some interesting records on the attached picture, so I sent him an email asking for a list of the records for sale and got a reply:
- Which are you interested in?
Figured it was a somewhat weird response, but I nonetheless replied with info on which bands on his list I was interested in, but needed more info regarding titles etc. Got a new reply:
- One of those is already sold, but I'll make you a list.
Got another reply a few days later:
- Could you call me, so we can discuss records and titles? I've got over 5000 records to sell.
This kind of pissed me off. Why put an ad out listing a few bands and then refuse to divulge any information about the titles? I mean, am I supposed to call him saying "Do you have this record", get a negative answer, and then repeat for the rest of the 500+ items on my wish list. Hardly. Sounds a bit like a bait and switch scam to me.
But then again - I might miss some real gems if I choose to ignore him. So - what should I do?
I recently responded to an internet ad where a guy wanted to sell "162 metal LPs", or something similar. He also listed a lot of bands included but not the titles of the records. Saw some interesting records on the attached picture, so I sent him an email asking for a list of the records for sale and got a reply:
- Which are you interested in?
Figured it was a somewhat weird response, but I nonetheless replied with info on which bands on his list I was interested in, but needed more info regarding titles etc. Got a new reply:
- One of those is already sold, but I'll make you a list.
Got another reply a few days later:
- Could you call me, so we can discuss records and titles? I've got over 5000 records to sell.
This kind of pissed me off. Why put an ad out listing a few bands and then refuse to divulge any information about the titles? I mean, am I supposed to call him saying "Do you have this record", get a negative answer, and then repeat for the rest of the 500+ items on my wish list. Hardly. Sounds a bit like a bait and switch scam to me.
But then again - I might miss some real gems if I choose to ignore him. So - what should I do?
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Ask first for the 15 most wanted rare titles you're after. If he doesn't have any of them or if he ''sadly'' just sold them, forget about it. That's what i would do.Khnud wrote: But then again - I might miss some real gems if I choose to ignore him. So - what should I do?
Good against Evil, Evil sure to win
"It really didn't matter if they liked it or not, i was going to give it to them straight down their throats" -John Stewart
"It really didn't matter if they liked it or not, i was going to give it to them straight down their throats" -John Stewart
- bigfootkit
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Glad you all found my recollection of my short-lived criminal "career" amusing.
There's a bit of a post script to the story too, but i'll try & be briefer this time.
I did indeed avoid the record stall for the next couple of months, but eventually decided to front up and confess my crime, in the hope i'd be forgiven for my misdemeanour and be allowed to shop there again.
However, it transpired that the whole market had closed in the meantime, all the stalls were gone, and i had no way of getting in touch with the stall holder, so i chalked it up to experience and got on with my life.
A few years later i was at a big record fair in Glasgow and on my way up one of the aisles when i spotted the guy who used to run the market stall, he had a table full of boxes of records at the end of the aisle.
I was instantly dropped right back into my old dilemma, should i say hi, walk by, fess up, keep schtum, which?
The decision was taken out of my hands when he caught my eye and waved, i returned the gesture, took a deep breath and, heart pounding, approached him.
He seemed genuinely pleased to see me, and as we chatted, i came to the conclusion that he'd never suspected me of the theft, or forgotten about the incident in the meantime.
I went and bought us a couple of beers from the bar, and brought them back to his stall where we carried on our conversation. Emboldened by the booze and feeling really terrible for stealing from this guy, i decided i should tell him what i did & apoligise.
So i did.
Spilled my guts, came clean, told him the whole sordid tale.
His reaction was not what i expected.
He burst out laughing, punched the air with glee and shouted "Yes!!!" triumphantly.
I looked on bemused, as he shouted to a girl who was tending the stall opposite, and beckoned her over.
As she came over, he told me to "tell her what you just told me".
Confused, and with my face burning with embarrasment, i recounted my story again, this time to the girl.
At my tale's conclusion, she sighed, reached into her pocket, pulled out a crumpled £5 note and handed it to the guy saying, "Okay, okay, just don't go on about it", whilst he chuckled.
She returned to her stall, and he slapped my back and thanked me.
Seeing my confused face, he explained what had just taken place.
It transpired that the young lady was his long time girlfriend and back when they had the market stall, she'd accompany him when he went to pick up stock for the stall. On seeing the cover of the ROX album which i'd accidentally stolen, she burst out laughing at the picture and begged him not to get it, saying he'd never get shot of it. This somehow resulted in a bet between them, him saying someone would want it, she maintaining he'd never be rid of it.
For the three years or so since my theft, she'd refused to believe that he hadn't just hidden the album in order to win the bet, and had refused to pay up. So i had become his living proof, and she'd paid up accordingly.
So that was the end of it.
I still see the guy at the fairs and he still turns up interesting and reasonably priced goodies for me, and has never cast up my misdemeanour.
If you ever run into Chris Cowfreak on the fair circuit, go pay his stall a visit, top bloke!
There's a bit of a post script to the story too, but i'll try & be briefer this time.
I did indeed avoid the record stall for the next couple of months, but eventually decided to front up and confess my crime, in the hope i'd be forgiven for my misdemeanour and be allowed to shop there again.
However, it transpired that the whole market had closed in the meantime, all the stalls were gone, and i had no way of getting in touch with the stall holder, so i chalked it up to experience and got on with my life.
A few years later i was at a big record fair in Glasgow and on my way up one of the aisles when i spotted the guy who used to run the market stall, he had a table full of boxes of records at the end of the aisle.
I was instantly dropped right back into my old dilemma, should i say hi, walk by, fess up, keep schtum, which?
The decision was taken out of my hands when he caught my eye and waved, i returned the gesture, took a deep breath and, heart pounding, approached him.
He seemed genuinely pleased to see me, and as we chatted, i came to the conclusion that he'd never suspected me of the theft, or forgotten about the incident in the meantime.
I went and bought us a couple of beers from the bar, and brought them back to his stall where we carried on our conversation. Emboldened by the booze and feeling really terrible for stealing from this guy, i decided i should tell him what i did & apoligise.
So i did.
Spilled my guts, came clean, told him the whole sordid tale.
His reaction was not what i expected.
He burst out laughing, punched the air with glee and shouted "Yes!!!" triumphantly.
I looked on bemused, as he shouted to a girl who was tending the stall opposite, and beckoned her over.
As she came over, he told me to "tell her what you just told me".
Confused, and with my face burning with embarrasment, i recounted my story again, this time to the girl.
At my tale's conclusion, she sighed, reached into her pocket, pulled out a crumpled £5 note and handed it to the guy saying, "Okay, okay, just don't go on about it", whilst he chuckled.
She returned to her stall, and he slapped my back and thanked me.
Seeing my confused face, he explained what had just taken place.
It transpired that the young lady was his long time girlfriend and back when they had the market stall, she'd accompany him when he went to pick up stock for the stall. On seeing the cover of the ROX album which i'd accidentally stolen, she burst out laughing at the picture and begged him not to get it, saying he'd never get shot of it. This somehow resulted in a bet between them, him saying someone would want it, she maintaining he'd never be rid of it.
For the three years or so since my theft, she'd refused to believe that he hadn't just hidden the album in order to win the bet, and had refused to pay up. So i had become his living proof, and she'd paid up accordingly.
So that was the end of it.
I still see the guy at the fairs and he still turns up interesting and reasonably priced goodies for me, and has never cast up my misdemeanour.
If you ever run into Chris Cowfreak on the fair circuit, go pay his stall a visit, top bloke!
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If memory serves, the sticker on the Rox album was £2:99 or so, so although crime didn't pay for me, it benefitted him nicely.
As far as i remember, i told him the full story, that i'd meant to steal the Evil record but wound up with Rox by mistake, although i may have left out some of the finer details when retelling the story to his girlfriend, i really don't recall now.
It was a long long time ago.
So when you gonna give us this porno mag story then Korgull?
As far as i remember, i told him the full story, that i'd meant to steal the Evil record but wound up with Rox by mistake, although i may have left out some of the finer details when retelling the story to his girlfriend, i really don't recall now.
It was a long long time ago.
So when you gonna give us this porno mag story then Korgull?
It's not that exciting, but when I was about 14 or so I used to sell newspapers at a busy intersection for this guy who ran/owned the local newsagency. I used to go to the store directly after school everyday & drop my bag off, go sell them & return with the unsold ones, work out how many I'd sold & then get paid.bigfootkit wrote:So when you gonna give us this porno mag story then Korgull?
One day when I returned with the unsold papers, I went out to the back of the shop to put them away & I noticed a huge pile of porn mags that must've just come in. The owner was busy serving out at the main counter & no one else was around... I just had this sudden impulse to grab a few & put them in my school bag which was also out the back, and then make a quick exit asap! I thought b'cos there were so many, that he wouldn't notice if I took a few
Anyway, when I got home & my parents had gone to bed I decided to investigate my loot. Unfortunately the 6 or so mags that I grabbed all turned out to be 'Mature/Older Women' mags & as you can imagine at 14 I was slightly repulsed by what I saw & totally devastated
So the next day when I went to the store to start my job I didn't even think twice about what I'd done as there were so many that there is no way he would've noticed or suspected I'd stolen any. But what I didn't know was that he had just received the delivery before I arrived back & had counted them all off the invoice & they were all ready to be priced and put out on the shelf, which he did just as I left... so he knew I was the only one who could have taken them. He said if I didn't own up or return them he'd tell my parents & since they were 'Mature' magazines I had to make sure my parents didn't find out to save total embarrassment, so I owned up & lost my job on the spot!
I can't believe I remember all that!
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LOL @ bigfoot and korgull
Not a hunting story, but funny in a dark sorta way.... I'm responsible for destroying a very rare $1,000++ record. My dad collects 'oldies' vinyl and once upon a time he and a friend found a copy of one of Elvis' original recordings on the legendary Sun label (I think it was a 78, I'm not sure though). Being poor folks, they had to go in halves to buy it. Upon returning to my parents' house with their price, my dad and his buddy sat it down for just a minute to ge tell mom of their great find.... and in that minute a toddling nightsblood came along and managed to yank it off the table. 78's are notoriously fragile, and so dad returned to find his baby boy standing among the broken shards of his now-destroyed prize. Years later when we moved out of the house I found the shards of the records jammed in the back of a closet. Needless to say, I wasn't allowed to touch any of dad's other records until I was about 27 :lol j/k
Not a hunting story, but funny in a dark sorta way.... I'm responsible for destroying a very rare $1,000++ record. My dad collects 'oldies' vinyl and once upon a time he and a friend found a copy of one of Elvis' original recordings on the legendary Sun label (I think it was a 78, I'm not sure though). Being poor folks, they had to go in halves to buy it. Upon returning to my parents' house with their price, my dad and his buddy sat it down for just a minute to ge tell mom of their great find.... and in that minute a toddling nightsblood came along and managed to yank it off the table. 78's are notoriously fragile, and so dad returned to find his baby boy standing among the broken shards of his now-destroyed prize. Years later when we moved out of the house I found the shards of the records jammed in the back of a closet. Needless to say, I wasn't allowed to touch any of dad's other records until I was about 27 :lol j/k
"I'm sorry Sam, we had real chemistry. But like a monkey on the sun, our love was too hot to live"
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- bigfootkit
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Ooohhh, the shaaaame.Korgüll wrote:It's not that exciting, but when I was about 14 or so I used to sell newspapers at a busy intersection for this guy who ran/owned the local newsagency. I used to go to the store directly after school everyday & drop my bag off, go sell them & return with the unsold ones, work out how many I'd sold & then get paid.bigfootkit wrote:So when you gonna give us this porno mag story then Korgull?
One day when I returned with the unsold papers, I went out to the back of the shop to put them away & I noticed a huge pile of porn mags that must've just come in. The owner was busy serving out at the main counter & no one else was around... I just had this sudden impulse to grab a few & put them in my school bag which was also out the back, and then make a quick exit asap! I thought b'cos there were so many, that he wouldn't notice if I took a few
Anyway, when I got home & my parents had gone to bed I decided to investigate my loot. Unfortunately the 6 or so mags that I grabbed all turned out to be 'Mature/Older Women' mags & as you can imagine at 14 I was slightly repulsed by what I saw & totally devastated
So the next day when I went to the store to start my job I didn't even think twice about what I'd done as there were so many that there is no way he would've noticed or suspected I'd stolen any. But what I didn't know was that he had just received the delivery before I arrived back & had counted them all off the invoice & they were all ready to be priced and put out on the shelf, which he did just as I left... so he knew I was the only one who could have taken them. He said if I didn't own up or return them he'd tell my parents & since they were 'Mature' magazines I had to make sure my parents didn't find out to save total embarrassment, so I owned up & lost my job on the spot!
I can't believe I remember all that!
Good story, the impulsiveness of horny youth eh?
Those mad hormones have a lot to answer for!
I had a cousin who had a paper round in a licensed newsagents who used to be able to steal booze & cigarettes for us, always at a price though, never for free. It must be an industry rife with crime.
How did you explain losing your job to your parents?
Not by coming clean i'll bet!