Professional Females Flee Granny-Robbing

Picture the scene. Three twenty-something ladies, seriously hungover, mildly hysterical and trying to descend the stairs at Earlsfield station, ladened with an entire entertainment system.

We looked like we’d just robbed an old lady’s front room. Shaking with silent laughter and barely able to walk for needing the loo, we glanced at each other through tear-streamed eyes. I lead the getaway party with my cousin’s digi box in one hand and a Sainsburys bag containing a mess of cables in the other. On my tail was Emily, clutching a HD Samsung DVD player while attempting to dodge the oncoming station traffic. And finally, bringing up the rear was Suz, hidden behind a bulky ‘90s Panasonic TV, unable to see the steps in front of her and desperately grappling for the banister, with the weight of her oversized bag weighing down her one free arm.

All we needed were a pair of black tights to wear over our heads and we’d have made some pretty convincing criminals.