exerts from his post to Londonfgss.com:
Tonight, much against my better judgement, I went to dinner with friends at a curry house on Brick Lane.
As my friends went into the restaurant, I asked the bloke out on the street who was trying to hustle people in to eat where I could leave my bike and he directed me down Woodseer St. There was a street sign with a bike locked to it and just opposite it on the building a basement window with an iron grating. As I was locking my bike up, someone was unlocking his bike from the street sign and this guy who had parked his car next to the pole was giving him shit for locking his bike so close to his car, so I left my bike chained to the basement window grating (the window was covered over with newspaper, so I didn't think anyone would mind) on Woodseer st with my kryptonite chain through the rear wheel and frame and a d-lock through the front wheel and the frame.
About an hour later, I popped up again to check on it and something wasn't right. The saddle was missing but the rails where still attached to the frame... I noticed the bars where bent too..
That's when I noticed that the front tire was not just flat, it was completely deflated. I looked more closely and saw that the tire had been sliced clean through with a knife, and so had the rear tire.
That's when the window above where I'd left the bike opened.
"Hey, mate," a man says, "you should have asked permission before locking your bike under my window"
"Your lucky your bike is still here."
"Did you do this?"
"You should have asked permission"
"But did you do this?"
"I'm just saying, you should have asked"