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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 hope you get hit by a train crossbob
Please Paradox leave me alone I haven't been unkind to you!
> I'd feel sympathy for you, it's hjappened to me, but you don't like
> me, so I won't.
I do like you Munn I have nether hated you I think your cool!
Serious risk of catching AIDS/anything nasty they have.
Personally I've never lost a fight (yet) and if I were in a streetfight/other where I thought I might die if I lost it then I would kill.
Knives worry me though. Bloody things.
Anyway best thing is avoidance.
> An American wolf?
In London
Getting a taxi on a Saturday Night is like Russian Roulette. I've had to break up two fights before because my mates are stupid.
I don't go anymore though, stupid East Kilbride.
Even then they'd probably try and stab you with sharp stone.
I'm back iN EK on Thursday.
Lucky me.
:-(
Ina way you're lucky, if that happened round ym area I'd have a 90% chance of being stabbed.
> I hope you get hit by a train crossbob