Years ago I had a Ford Cortina and was living on the 2nd floor in a tower block. The Cortina was parked up in the (car thief paradise) car park, so I would take out the rotor arm and put it in my pocket. One evening I heard a car cranking, turning over and over, I looked out the window and some bast*rd was in my car!
I ran down the stairs as fast as I could manage, picking up a milk bottle off the doorstep on my way, he was gone when I got down. Walking back shaking and angry as hell, the **** came strolling out of the shadows. I challenged him but he claimed it wasn't him, he was just on his way home from work (this would be why he was carrying a pair of gloves, a hacksaw, and a big screwdriver). I was just about to smack him around the head with my milkbottle when a police car passed by. They stopped. Turns out he was 'known' to them and they took him away. Ah the good old days hey!