I'm amazed the court hadn't ordered a psychiatric assessment. That's almost the first thing that would happen here.

Sentencing postponed for reports I think

Ah. Hope he gets some help.

There are competitors. Simon R & the guy with the green Hitler moustache?

Padders G! He was probably a good egg really I bet. 

Now that's a name I'd forgotten.
I do remember seeing him in the street in Manchester when I was on a bus.

A quick check shows he still exists.

There's a blast from the past!

He was quite the weirdo ever since he arrived on the old Delphi PCF Forum back in the day. Guess he got bored of 3DSMax and his PhysX card...

Edit: Why do I find the bottom of this thread more creepy now? https://www.tehforum.co.uk/forum/messages.php?webtag=DEFAULT&msg=37967.1

He said, 'hey, sexy, that's what happens when you're sexy - you drop your cold meat'.

Hahahah. Poor lonely Trig.

Possibly the creepiest pick-up line in history...

Also one of the most confusing.

The mating call of the supermarket stalker.

You've never came out with me on a night out to the Queen's Hall... In my naive youth friends and I would challenge each other in opening lines while trying to impress the ladies. I'm pretty sure at one point our opening gambit to a rather larger set lady was how much she could bench press. (fail)

I'm sure many of teh males here have done or said some regrettable (or otherwise) things in their youth. I cringe at the memory of what my 17/18 year old self thought was acceptable on occasion. The sad thing is that Mr Trigg R Fool is now 45. He's gone from never being in trouble with the police, to being so desperate for contact but so ignorant of how to achieve it, that he does this.

What is striking is his inarticulacy. The bizarre thing he said to the PC is exactly in line with the kind of stuff he used to post here. It looks as though it should mean something, but it really doesn't. Like one of those programs designed to imitate human conversation -  and not the more successful ones.

Either he's done something else, or he's up for sentence on Monday. I wonder what he'll get. 

If he's very lucky, one of these

I have admitted to several lovers and many female mates that my initial espousal of feminism in the mid-seventies was a ploy to get off with more interesting women. Perversely, and meta-ly, this was and remains a reasonably effective opening gambit, even to this day.

I can remember a lad on the same degree course as me - the son of a nationally lauded/reviled artist - telling me his killer pick-up line before a party (anecdote fail: I cannot remember the fucking line. It had something to do with drowning in the layyyyydeez' eyes. It was ghastly), then resolutely failing with it over and over again and getting miserably drunk.

Google suggests several variations on "Somebody call a lifeguard. Because I'm drowning in your eyes". 

You're right about it's ghastliness, but aren't all of these ready-worked-out sentences ghastly? I don't think I've ever known anybody actually use one, but I suppose people do.

"I've lost my phone number, can I borrow yours?" was the one I always liked best, though I think I only attempted to actually use it the once, and that on a dare.

Actually, I think I've remembered the chat-up line, which was doing the rounds in the late 70s/early 80s, if that's about the right time.

When I drown in your eyes, I drop my cold meat