just stumbled over this pdf referenced in Narconomics, a book recently recommended in one of the threads on HN[1], and the pdf is full of goodies like this one from the book:
> The deal had been agreed, the drugs were ready for collection, and the funds had been rustled up. All that was needed was for the exchange to go ahead. The leader of the operation, a high-level dealer who specialized in importing cannabis and cocaine from mainland Europe to the United Kingdom, got the cash ready:
a fat bundle of £300,000 in used banknotes, equivalent to nearly half a million dollars. The notes were counted and handed over to the driver, whose job it was to travel to Belgium, meet the contact, and hand over the cash. That was when things started to go wrong. That amount of money in crisp banknotes is quite a thing to behold. So the driver decided to deal it out—spread it around and see
how it looked. It was such an impressive sight that he couldn’t keep it to himself, so he invited his girlfriend over to show it off. Later, speaking to researchers from the Home Office (Britain’s security ministry) in his jail cell, the boss of the operation wearily explains how the plan unraveled. “The divvy decides it would be nice to lay the money on his bed, make mad passionate love to his seventeen-year-old girlfriend and photograph it.” Taking intimate selfies with the loot was probably unwise. But it gets worse: as well as having a girlfriend, the driver also had a jealous wife. The following Saturday night, before the trip to Belgium, husband and wife were out on the town when they ran into the girlfriend, who was drunk. An argument erupted during which she decided to show the X-rated photos to the driver’s wife, who was not exactly pleased. The wife decided to teach her cheating husband a lesson. Still enraged, she called the UK border police to tip them off about the upcoming drug run. The unwitting driver set off to Belgium with the £300,000 and was promptly stopped by customs officials at the port of Dover, before he had even left the country. Questioned by border agents about his big
stash of cash, he cracked. “The numpty goes into meltdown,” his boss sighs. The operation was blown, and the deal was off. To add insult to injury, the jealous wife—who herself had a £2,500 ($4,000)-a-week cocaine habit—came back to the boss a few months later, asking if her husband could have his job back.
The dealer was from Liverpool, "divvy" is slang for idiot, from the Deva mental hospital in nearby Chester (Deva was the Latin name for the city of Chester).
> The deal had been agreed, the drugs were ready for collection, and the funds had been rustled up. All that was needed was for the exchange to go ahead. The leader of the operation, a high-level dealer who specialized in importing cannabis and cocaine from mainland Europe to the United Kingdom, got the cash ready:
a fat bundle of £300,000 in used banknotes, equivalent to nearly half a million dollars. The notes were counted and handed over to the driver, whose job it was to travel to Belgium, meet the contact, and hand over the cash. That was when things started to go wrong. That amount of money in crisp banknotes is quite a thing to behold. So the driver decided to deal it out—spread it around and see how it looked. It was such an impressive sight that he couldn’t keep it to himself, so he invited his girlfriend over to show it off. Later, speaking to researchers from the Home Office (Britain’s security ministry) in his jail cell, the boss of the operation wearily explains how the plan unraveled. “The divvy decides it would be nice to lay the money on his bed, make mad passionate love to his seventeen-year-old girlfriend and photograph it.” Taking intimate selfies with the loot was probably unwise. But it gets worse: as well as having a girlfriend, the driver also had a jealous wife. The following Saturday night, before the trip to Belgium, husband and wife were out on the town when they ran into the girlfriend, who was drunk. An argument erupted during which she decided to show the X-rated photos to the driver’s wife, who was not exactly pleased. The wife decided to teach her cheating husband a lesson. Still enraged, she called the UK border police to tip them off about the upcoming drug run. The unwitting driver set off to Belgium with the £300,000 and was promptly stopped by customs officials at the port of Dover, before he had even left the country. Questioned by border agents about his big stash of cash, he cracked. “The numpty goes into meltdown,” his boss sighs. The operation was blown, and the deal was off. To add insult to injury, the jealous wife—who herself had a £2,500 ($4,000)-a-week cocaine habit—came back to the boss a few months later, asking if her husband could have his job back.
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