Scum, Subhuman Scum

The spirit of Christmas seems to be dead in Eastbourne at present.

I went to the weekly Sunday jazz night at Maxims yesterday when some scumbag tried to steal the Guide Dogs For The Blind charity box from the bar.

This guy had been acting strangely all night, but I put it down to him just having had a few too many Stella's. He was sitting huddled up in the corner of the bar where the charity boxes are. Copies of East Magazine, the local what's on guide for Eastbourne, are also kept there, so when I tried to reach over for a copy it was a real effort as he wouldn't move. I realise now it was because he was trying to slip one of the charity boxes into his bag.

Thankfully the bar staff were alert, as when he made a dash for the door, Andy the bar manager ran after him and came back with the box.

To quote Alan Partridge this guy is, scum, subhuman scum.