More Burglar Diaries
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Bex and Ollie are a couple of small-time burglars. They scratch a living robbing shops, burgling factories and emptying offices around the back-water town of Tatley.
Bex is the brains, Ollie drives the van.
Neither are particularly ambitious, preferring instead to think small and live comfortably, rather than aim high and risk time.
The lads don’t have it all their own way though; ‘Weasel’ of CID is only one faltering step behind them, the local criminal competition will do anything to stitch them up and the loves of their lives are wondering what the hell they’ve done to deserve them.
Things are about to finally catch up with Bex and Ollie.
Following on from ‘The Burglar Diaries’ and based on the BBC comedy series ‘Thieves Like Us’, narrator Bex takes us on another tour of Tatley’s rooftops and drainpipes, and through lock-ups, cock-ups and jobs as he recounts More Burglar Diaries.
Featuring a full novelisation of all six episodes of the show, plus an all new and final adventure for literature’s least favourite burglars.
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Exclusive extract from 'More Burglar Diaries'
Avoiding The Enemy
What is it about seeing a bloke reading in a pub that's like a magnet to other blokes? Four different no-mates have wandered over and asked me how it's going in the space of the last half hour despite the fact that I've got a book in front of my face. I tell you, if I was sat here staring at the wall or crying my fucking eyes out, no one would give me a second
look. Open a book, a newspaper or a packet of peanuts and suddenly I can't beat 'em away.
"What's it like?" Norris asks me, eyeing the front cover of my book as he takes the seat opposite me.
"What, being continually interrupted by a load of illiterates while I'm trying to read? Fucking annoying now that you come to ask," I reply without looking up.
Norris misses the sarcasm. He flies right under it, evading my words like a Stealth fighter pilot evading Akak flak. This is something Norris is particularly adept at; a self-preservation skill that he's honed after a lifetime of opening doors to the sounds of, "oh for fuck's sake, it's fucking Norris."
"No, your book I mean," he says, reading the title. "Harry Potter, huh? What's it about?"
"You don't read much, do you Norris?" I suggest, going out on a limb.
"What, books? No, boring in't they?" he reckons, before cutting the small talk and going straight to the favour. "Anyway look, you know that bird you're going out with?"
"Vaguely," I reply.
"You know that tart she works with, that skinny thing with the eyebrows?"
I reluctantly pull my mind's-eye away from Hogwarts and take it over to Mel's office for a quick gander at Rachel before confirming I know who he's talking about. "Yeah, go on."
"Well, you know they work together?" Norris continues.
"Is it a tank?" I guess.
"What?" Norris says, looking confused.
"Oh I'm sorry, I thought we were playing twenty questions." I say.
"No, I'm just asking you about her, that's all," Wing Commander
Norris tells me, evading a fresh barrage of sarcasm in order to get past my defences and annoy me at close-quarters.
I drop my book on the table and throw in the towel when I realise the only way I'm gonna get rid of Norris is either to meet him head on or take off a sock and borrow a couple of reds from the pool table.
(c) Danny King 2009