THE BOOK OF HEROIC FAILURES, written by Stephen Pile in 1979, is a book written in
celebration of human inadequacy in all its forms. Here are some excerpts. 1. Look up the
words in bold in your dictionary. 2. One sentence has been removed from each text. Match the
missing sentence with the right text? 3. Answer the following question in English: what
should/shouldn’t the people in these true stories have done? Why?
1. THE LEAST SUCCESSFUL MUGGING
In 1978 Sussex police launched a hunt for a “six-foot, dark-haired youth of about 20” who
failed to mug a five-foot, 74-year-old grandmother.
The youth sprang upon Mrs. Ethel West while she was walking through Chichester Cathedral
cloisters. The result should have been a forgone conclusion. Surprisingly, however, when
Mrs. West grabbed the mugger’s wrist, he cried, “Oh God! Oh no! Stop!”
Encouraged by these pleas, she put him in an arm lock at which the mugger cried, “Oh no, oh
Christ!” and ran away.
“If I hadn’t been carrying my shopping, I would really have put him on his back,” said Mrs.
West who took a course in judo when younger.
“Before my husband died I used to practise throwing him at Christmas,” she explained.
2. THE WORST BANK ROBBERS
In August 1975 three men were on their way in to rob the Royal Bank of Scotland at
Rothesay, when they got stuck in the revolving doors. They had to be helped free by the staff
and, after thanking everyone, sheepishly left the building.
A few minutes later they returned and announced their intention of robbing the bank, but none
of the staff believed them. When, at first, they demanded £5,000, the head cashier laughed at
them, convinced that it was a practical joke.
Considerably disheartened by this, the gang leader reduced his demand first to £500, then to
£50 and ultimately to 50 pence. By this stage the cashier could barely control herself for
laughter.
Then one of the men jumped over the counter and fell awkwardly on the floor, clutching at his
ankle. The other two made their getaway, but got trapped in the revolving doors for a second
time, desperately pushing the wrong way.
3. THE LEAST SUCCESSFUL BANK ROBBER
Not wishing to attract attention to himself, a bank robber in 1969 in Portland, Oregon, wrote
all his instructions on a piece of paper rather than shout.
“This is a hold-up and I’ve got a gun,” he wrote and then held the paper up for the cashier to
read.
The puzzled bank official waited while he wrote out, “Put all the money in a paper bag.”
This message was pushed through the grille. The cashier read it and then wrote on the bottom,
“I don’t have a paper bag,” and passed it back.
The robber fled.
4. THE LEAST ALERT BURGLAR
A Parisian villain broke into a house at the village of Lachelle in 1964. Once inside he began
to feel decidedly peckish and so went in search of the icebox. There he found his favourite
cheese, which it would have been a shame not to try. He then found some biscuits and three
bottles of champagne. After a while he began to feel sleepy and decided that he would lie
down and digest his meal in comfort. He was arrested next morning fast asleep upstairs in the
spare bedroom.
5. THE WORST HIJACKER
We shall never know the identity of the man who in 1976 made the most unsuccessful hijack
attempt ever. On a flight across America, he rose from his seat, drew a gun and took the
stewardess hostage. "Take me to Detroit," he demanded. "We''re already going to Detroit,"
she replied. "Oh ... good," he said, and sat down again.
6. THE WORST TOURIST
The least successful tourist on record is Mr Nicholas Scotti of San Francisco. In 1977 he flew
from America to his native Italy to visit relatives.
En route the plane made a one-hour fuel stop at Kennedy Airport. Thinking that he had
arrived, Mr Scotti got out and spent two days in New York believing he was in Rome.
When his nephews were not there to meet him, Mr Scotti assumed they had been delayed in
the heavy Roman traffic mentioned in their letters. While tracking down their address, the
great traveller could not help noticing that modernization had brushed aside most, if not all,
of the ancient city’s landmarks.
He also noticed that many people spoke English with a distinct American accent. However, he
just assumed that Americans got everywhere. Furthermore, he assumed it was for their benefit
that so many street signs were written in English.
Mr Scotti spoke very little English himself and next asked a policeman (in Italian) the way to
the bus station. As chance would have it, the policeman came from Naples and replied
fluently in the same tongue.
After twelve hours travelling round on a bus, the driver handed him over to a second
policeman. There followed a brief argument in which Mr Scotti expressed amazement at the
Rome police force employing someone who did not speak his own language.
Scotti’s brilliance is seen in the fact that even when he was told he was in New York, he
refused to believe it.
To get him on a plane back to San Francisco, he was raced to the airport in a police car with
sirens screaming. “See,” said Scotti to his interpreter, “I know I’m in Italy. That’s how they
drive.”
7. THE LEAST SUCCESSFUL ATTEMPT TO MEET A RELATIVE AT AN
AIRPORT
In 1975 Mrs Josephine Williams and her family went to meet a long-lost brother at Heathrow
Airport (London). They took home a complete stranger.
Greatly relaxed by in-flight drinking facilities, the traveller wandered into the airport lounge
to be smothered by kisses of Mrs Williams and her sisters. “Gee, this is great,” he kept saying,
all the while cuddling Mrs Williams in a manner which she later described as “not like a
brother.”
His enthusiasm for British hospitality was modified, however, when Mr Williams shook his
hand firmly and ushered him to a parked car.
They first suspected that something was amiss when their relative tried to jump out of the car
while travelling at speed up the motorway.
When told that he was being taken to a family reunion in Coventry, he replied, “Take my
money. Here’s my wallet. Take it and let me go.”
Slumped miserably in the front seat, he added, “This is the first time I have been to England
and I am being kidnapped.”
“I thought from the beginning he wasn’t my brother,” Mrs Williams said later, “but my sisters
wouldn’t listen. They said I was only twelve when he left for America and wouldn’t
remember.”
8. THE WORST MOMENT FOR A CRIME
Choosing the right moment is vitally important in any crime. Mr David Goodall of Barnsley,
for example, set off in January 1979 to do a bit of shoplifting. He had hardly entered
Barnsley’s British Home Stores when he was simultaneously seized by eight pairs of hands.
The shop was holding a convention of store detectives at the time.
9. THE LEAST PROFITABLE ROBBERY
Intending to steal cash from a supermarket in 1977, a Southampton thief employed a unique
tactic to divert the till girl’s attention. His method was to collect a trolley full of goods, arrive
at her till and put down £10 by way of payment. She would then take the money and open the
till, upon which he would snatch the contents.
He arrived at the cash desk and put down the £10. She took it and opened the till; but there
was only £4.37 in it. Undeterred, the Southampton thief snatched that and made his
getaway, having lost £5.63 on the raid.
The till girl was considerably uncertain what to do for the best. She screamed briefly until
calmed by her friend Betty.
10. THE LEAST SUCCESSFUL INSURANCE CROOK
A man, having purchased a case of very rare, very expensive cigars, insured them against fire
(among other things) within a month. Having smoked his entire stock of cigars and without
having made even his first payment on the insurance policy, the man filed a claim against the
insurance company. In his claim, the man stated that the cigars were lost in a series of small
fires. The insurance company refused to pay, for the obvious reason that the man had
consumed the cigars in the normal fashion. The man sued the company and won. The judge
agreed that the claim was frivolous, but stated nevertheless that the man held a policy from
the company in which it had warranted that the cigars were insurable and also guaranteed that
it would insure them against fire, without defining what it considered to be “unacceptable
fire” and was obligated to pay the claim. Rather than endure a lengthy and costly appeal
process, the insurance company accepted the ruling and paid the man $15,000 for the rare
cigars he lost in “the fires”. After the man cashed the check, however, the company had him
arrested on 24 counts of arson. With his own insurance claim and testimony from the
previous case being used against him, the man was convicted of intentionally burning his
insured property and was sentenced to 24 months in jail and fine of $24,000.
Pile, Stephen (1979). Book of Heroic Failures: Official Handbook of the Not Terribly Good
Club of Great Britain.