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"I got assaulted last night, the bastar..."

It's friday night, so everyone has a right to go out and enjoy themselves. I fully believe this atleast and had one of my bests nights out for a while in London. However, on my way home, I caught the train on the wrong side of the platform. This means that it follows the exact same stations until it's too late. At this point me and a mate got off. (In hindsite it was possible that one more stop would have taken us to my place, but this wasn't a certainty)

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.

Urgh. Sorry to hear that. It's a shame some little rude boys think it's entertaining to hurt someone.

Luckily, I've never been assaulted, etc. Seems it's more male than female anyways. Either that, or I look like I'm carrying a knife and brick in bag with intentions to use them.

Were they wearing socks over trousers? :-p

Because he didn't...

*ahem*

But anyway, I don't really feel threatened by people.

I never get hasseled by people because I'm 8 foot tall and made out of metal.

But you didn't mention it... :-)

Niddle wrote:
> Paradox: wrote:
> OMG ur life experiences are so much more valid than mine!
>
> :-P, just justifying why my brother was more shook up than you when
> you were 12 :-)

You have no proof the crackhead didnt follow me from school....

Plus why were you going home at 10.30?

That's so unhardcore.

I stay out until at least 8 in the morning.

I'm cool.

Paradox: wrote:
> OMG ur life experiences are so much more valid than mine!

:-P, just justifying why my brother was more shook up than you when you were 12 :-)

Niddle wrote:
> Paradox: wrote:
> didn't put me off playing the
> park though.
>
> Yuh, but you faced up to him.. My brother was in shock and wasn't
> sure what to do, and didn't even say anything to him.
>
> And he was about 50m from our house.
> And the guy had followed him from his school.

OMG ur life experiences are so much more valid than mine!

Next time, Clazon.. what you do after a 'Good Night out in London', is head over to Edgware Road and install yourself in Café Fatoush (with a Vanilla shisha) till 2-3 in the morn, by which time the rudeboys would have gone to bed, or be too monged to care about you.

Niddle wrote:

> And the guy had followed him from his school.

Nasty.

wang-king wrote:
> What kind of moron gets on the wrong train?

The kind that had just had a "good night out" at London. The kind that couldn't be arsed to check whether it was 11 or 12, because they both went roughly the right way. The kind that gets assaulted, needlessly...