Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

Someone stole my wallet last night, likely pick-pocketed down at Havana on Commercial drive. We were sat outside the restaurant enjoying some tasty Cuban food. My jacket was over the back of my chair. The bill came, I went to pay - "Awwww Bugggger!", no bloody wallet . Same thing had happened to these girls next to us some months back. Anyways, we came back, phoned the banks etc.. the thiefs had charged a meal at a restaurant (name currently unknown) and filled up there car with gas/petrol.