.... by the fucking muppet show by the looks of it. They somehow got the sliding door open, got in through the downstairs loo window, nicked my mobile phone, all the car/bike/house keys and my PDA. And my mail. Which was nothing but a bunch of bank statements and two Easter greeting cards. The garage door was open, both the Bimota and the Morini are still there (the Pan's at the workshop anyway) and all my comedy heaps are still out there as well. Arse. That'll be the day gone waiting for a locksmith to turn up and change all the locks on the house. Anybody got a clever idea as to how to immobilise cars that I don't have keys for? Get some clamping cowboys 'round?