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However having got off at this particular station, I knew the way to his house, so we caught a bus to near enough his house. This near enough was going to be a problem though. It's 10:30 and we're walking down a street I've walked down 50 times in daylight, but this time it was different (obviously). We walk past these 4 guys who look like trouble, but neither of us say anything... until we've past them. Then, when they're coming from behind they call out all their stupid "rude boy" s**t and try to start something. We still say nothing, but one guy rifles through my pockets. So I knock his hand away and say that universal phrase- "Leave it." He seems to take offence and chases me down the street. I see that he's gonna catch up, so I stop. Atleast face to face is better than him tripping me up. He says something then punches me right in the face. I drop to the floor and play dead. He kicks me a couple of times then runs off with his mates.
My friends alright and all they took from him was his broken £5 watch from Sicily. They took neither my phone, nor my wallet. At this point we run to his house just to play it safe. The police are called and I have a bag of frozen chips to put on my eye. (Who the hell doesn't have peas?) Within 5 minutes we have 2 copper cars round the front and their asking to go with them around the area to identify them. (I praise them for this, very suprised indeed!) There's no sight of them and we go back. I slept most of today in my bed and am listening to my Travis now.
This may seem like I'm looking for sympathy, but I'm not. Infact it's a bit pointless except for saying:
I knew all this was happening every mintue of the night, but it was my first assault/mugging in London, so maybe I was just lucky for it to take so long.
I don't have any of this mental trauma, but maybe that's because I was just waiting for it to happen anyway.
I was lucky that they were'nt looking to cause some serious trouble.
I'm gonna try to never ever catch the wrong train. The right one would've saved us half an hour and prevented me from getting lamped.
> I let him "kick" me. He put no force into it at all, for
> some reason. The punch wasn't that powerful either.
>
> Was it a chav?
It was a "rude boy".
> Jon $m!th wrote:
> My one 'qualm' was...you let him punch you in the face and kick you
> a
> few times?
>
> I let him "kick" me. He put no force into it at all, for
> some reason. The punch wasn't that powerful either.
Was it a chav?
> My one 'qualm' was...you let him punch you in the face and kick you a
> few times?
I let him "kick" me. He put no force into it at all, for some reason. The punch wasn't that powerful either.
> My one 'qualm' was...you let him punch you in the face and kick you a
> few times?
Yes because clearly in a situation like this when your scared and not able to think very thoroughly, the clear thing to do is do a simple leaping somersault kick to send the guy flying into his poisse of friends and teach them all a lesson.
Let's hear it for over-the-top sarcasm! lol
what annoyed me is that if i'd not been wearing my glasses, i'd have lost my eye... did that not even cross their mind? potentially that's assault with a deadly weapon. plus now i have to go through the rest of my life with a daft scar.. how annoying!
that was the last time i got drunk actually, i'd like to avoid being an easy target.