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

Those pat lines are the vintage equivalent of the Incel whisperers who lecture saddoes that they'll be irresistible if they tell women they're sluts.

Did it have the desired effect (ie. completely alienating the laydeee in question)?

She did see the funny side and a brief conversation was had, which was about as good a result as possible at the time I think. 

Always better than a loaded handbag across the chops.

This seems somehow related:

https://www.thestar.com/halifax/2019/10/24/halifax-police-officer-now-charged-with-stealing-from-grocery-stores-16-times.html

Talking of matters related, I don't see any info on what happened to young Trig. I've often noticed* that the gory details are reported, but unless there's a great deal of public interest, the sentencing seldom is if it's on a different day from the verdict.

*writing as an avid reader of court reports

Oh, it's Canadian... Thought for a moment it's was the Halifax not a million miles away from me, famous for hills, Percy 'catseyes' Shaw and the gibbet.
I was a tad worried we'd started arming our police, but Yorkshire's Halifax seems an unlikely place to start.

Halifax Nova Scotia is an interesting city, among other things a tourist town that really played up the Scottish heritage shtick. I lived there for about ~15 years. Unfortunately I never met any shoplifting police.
 
I shopped there once. Left the gun home, and paid for my purchase at the cash register like any law-abiding citizen. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.