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During My Night Out in Liverpool, I Thought Someone Was Stealing My Car Again

A night that did not go to plan went from bad to worse, and I ended up feeling terrified

Alan AJ
2 min readNov 29, 2023


A city centre street with cars parked at the side of the road
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In 1989, my car was stolen. Luckily, the police soon found it. It’s a story I told in detail here:

That experience made me careful about where I left my car, and it took a long time for me to regain confidence and feel safe again.

About 18 months later, I plucked up the courage to go to an event in Liverpool city centre. Every so often, a DJ from my favourite radio show played records at a wine bar there.

I covered that embarrassing episode under the subheading ‘The wine bar’ in the following piece:

What I didn’t mention in the above story was something that happened in the street outside.

When I decided it was time to leave, I stepped out into the cold night air. It may have been something like 10–11 pm.

My car was parked a few hundred yards away, in the same street as the venue.

As I started walking, I saw something that made my stomach churn.

There were people near my car.

A moment later, it looked like the door was open!

My mind flashed back to the time my car was stolen and found on the outskirts of Liverpool.

Was I about to come face-to-face with criminals?

My heart was already pounding before I started running towards my car. By the time I got close, I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle the situation.

Would they be armed? Was I outnumbered? Were they twice my size?

As I got closer, I could see my car was untouched. Our cars happened to be the same colour, and they were parked one behind the other.

From all the way down the street, it had looked like my car door was open!


I’m not sure if I went there more than once, but I remember making a mess of the journey home. It could well have been that same evening because it took me so long to calm down after thinking my car was being ransacked.

The events of that evening taught me how past events can affect my judgement, and not to jump to conclusions.

Thanks for reading! 💛



Alan AJ

Random life stories, opinions, and a dry sense of humour. A 55-year-old former electronics engineer and programmer in England. Previously 'Autistic Widower'.