Last night a bike was stolen from outside our house in Wingfield Street, bolt croppers cut the lock and off they went. Then this morning I noticed a chap taking the wheel off the bike of a neighbour bold as brass in broad daylight - I made the mistake of thinking he was repairing a tyre and just ignored him, but it tuens out the swine was nicking the wheels. However, the sixth sense was working slightly and I made a mental note of the lousy beggar: 6 ft tall, white, black curly hair, generally grubby looking, wearing grey top and balck addidas shell suit trousers. He had his own bike with him - black mountain bike style and carried a black rucksack with red trim. If you see him - challenge him. I've given the description to the boys in blue.