gutted i went to go out and have a ride here on the sunny isle of wight and when i started the bike up i discovered that i had no fuel... bit wierd cos there was over half a tank last night when i out it to bed!! my bike is six foot away from my front door on my garden and some sneeky little fu**er has snuck up and laid between my bike and me other half's bandit (hidden from view by the bikes covers)and emptied my tank dry!Got a fair idea who dunnit i reckon its a sneaky weasley looking little bastard who lives across the road who repairs lawnmowers and rips off old ladys by doing odd jobs. if i find out its him im gunna have his life!!

wot kind of yoor fish ?