I like to have parties at my place, usually people I know well. And ... in the last 5 years, two girls have stolen from me:

1. First girl stole a money box I had full of $2 coins. I was tipped off by another friend and went around to collect. She claimed she'd added her own money to the collection. I gave her the choice: hand over the lot or we'll get the police over.

2. Another girl, the ex gf of a mate, stole my grandfather's war medals. I didn't even know. Fuckin' cunt! They were in a cigar box. One of those old 1930's ones with a slider piece at the end to reveal a little secret spot for a clipper used to chop the end off cigars. Anyway, the clipper was missing and the damn slider wouldn't stay closed. So, I jammed my business card in there. The girl took the medals and cigar box to a pawn shop in Sydney. Apparently the pawnbroker thought the cigar box was worth more than the medals (perhaps my grandfather wasn't a hero afterall). He took it into the back room to get the end compartment open and my business card fell out. For some reason he got suspicious and decided to call me. Fuck! This bitch had been through the back of my wardrobe to get those. Some very nice police from Glebe met me at the pawnshop and we sorted everything out. I went back to the pawnshop the next day and tipped the two guys working a $20 each. They're really good blokes and didn't want my money, but I insisted. Fuck! There's luck for you !!!