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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.
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.
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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.
> 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.
chippxero wrote:
> I always take a old wallet with me with a bunch of old cards (things
> like topman and game) with the thought that if someone told me to
> hand over my wallet i would give that to them rather than my wallet
> with all my good stuff in.
I used to carry a duff wallet with me and a broken phone, but I stopped when nothing happened for a while. I've gone through 7 phones in 5 years, without changing once for style, so I wasn't gonna make it 8. The wallet had a tenner in so I wasn't gonna give that up.
:D
> I always take a old wallet with me with a bunch of old cards (things
> like topman and game) with the thought that if someone told me to
> hand over my wallet i would give that to them rather than my wallet
> with all my good stuff in.
I used to carry a duff wallet with me and a broken phone, but I stopped when nothing happened for a while. I've gone through 7 phones in 5 years, without changing once for style, so I wasn't gonna make it 8. The wallet had a tenner in so I wasn't gonna give that up.
:D
Paradox: wrote:
> At least you faced up to him (after a bit of cowardly fleeing), and
> although the 'playing dead' is a bit lame, it probably saved you
> getting your head kicked in.
At first I stood up, but then another 2 came, so I thought I'd better get away and split the pack. (which worked) Besides, if I stood up which was easy cos it was a crap punch, he would've gone in for more... It's not like I could have thumped him back with 2 others just waiting for a piece of me.
> Odd that they didnt bother taking your stuff after giving you a nice
> little kicking, they wrre probably just stupid kids who didn't quite
> understand the concept of mugging.
HA!
> But yeah, kudos for facing up to him. And welcome to the realisation
> that the world isn't a happy shiny place.
I never thought it was. Personal experiences are 10X stronger than knowledge though.
> At least you faced up to him (after a bit of cowardly fleeing), and
> although the 'playing dead' is a bit lame, it probably saved you
> getting your head kicked in.
At first I stood up, but then another 2 came, so I thought I'd better get away and split the pack. (which worked) Besides, if I stood up which was easy cos it was a crap punch, he would've gone in for more... It's not like I could have thumped him back with 2 others just waiting for a piece of me.
> Odd that they didnt bother taking your stuff after giving you a nice
> little kicking, they wrre probably just stupid kids who didn't quite
> understand the concept of mugging.
HA!
> But yeah, kudos for facing up to him. And welcome to the realisation
> that the world isn't a happy shiny place.
I never thought it was. Personal experiences are 10X stronger than knowledge though.
What kind of moron gets on the wrong train?
Heh that's alright then. I dont blame him. I was about 13 when I got belted by the crackhead (see below), didn't put me off playing the park though.
I was hoping you'd say like "23" or something.
I was hoping you'd say like "23" or something.
Niddle wrote:
> Getting mugged is a b!tch, my brother got mugged a couple of weeks
> ago.. he still can;t get himself to walk around our area without
> me/parents, he's still very scared and shook up.
How old is he? Just tell him about all the other times he'd gone around and nothing had happened. Say he was unlucky.
> Just keep an eye out for these sorta people next time :-)
I kinda do anyway, but I just thought it'd already taken another half an hour, it'd never happened before and I wasn't alone. It's a nice suburban area too.
I certainly will, now anyway...
:|
> Getting mugged is a b!tch, my brother got mugged a couple of weeks
> ago.. he still can;t get himself to walk around our area without
> me/parents, he's still very scared and shook up.
How old is he? Just tell him about all the other times he'd gone around and nothing had happened. Say he was unlucky.
> Just keep an eye out for these sorta people next time :-)
I kinda do anyway, but I just thought it'd already taken another half an hour, it'd never happened before and I wasn't alone. It's a nice suburban area too.
I certainly will, now anyway...
:|
Paradox: wrote:
> Lol, how old is he?
He's 13, and is pretty small, considering he got mugged by someone my size (17, big build).. he has a point, no?
> Lol, how old is he?
He's 13, and is pretty small, considering he got mugged by someone my size (17, big build).. he has a point, no?
Niddle wrote:
> Getting mugged is a b!tch, my brother got mugged a couple of weeks
> ago.. he still can;t get himself to walk around our area without
> me/parents, he's still very scared and shook up.
Lol, how old is he?
Puff.
> Getting mugged is a b!tch, my brother got mugged a couple of weeks
> ago.. he still can;t get himself to walk around our area without
> me/parents, he's still very scared and shook up.
Lol, how old is he?
Puff.
Glad your alright, you were quite lucky could have been alot worse (ofcourse even luckier is not getting mugged at all). I used to go in to london alot when i lived back home and i always thought that i'd get mugged or something.
I always take a old wallet with me with a bunch of old cards (things like topman and game) with the thought that if someone told me to hand over my wallet i would give that to them rather than my wallet with all my good stuff in.
I always take a old wallet with me with a bunch of old cards (things like topman and game) with the thought that if someone told me to hand over my wallet i would give that to them rather than my wallet with all my good stuff in.
At least you faced up to him (after a bit of cowardly fleeing), and although the 'playing dead' is a bit lame, it probably saved you getting your head kicked in.
Odd that they didnt bother taking your stuff after giving you a nice little kicking, they wrre probably just stupid kids who didn't quite understand the concept of mugging.
I remember a few years ago I was in the park with a friend and a crackhead (I found this out later) started shouting at us and ran up to us and tried to take my bike. I told him to "go away" in probably less polite words, so he punched me in the face. I hit him with my bike and rode away really fast. That was rather fun.
But yeah, kudos for facing up to him. And welcome to the realisation that the world isn't a happy shiny place.
Odd that they didnt bother taking your stuff after giving you a nice little kicking, they wrre probably just stupid kids who didn't quite understand the concept of mugging.
I remember a few years ago I was in the park with a friend and a crackhead (I found this out later) started shouting at us and ran up to us and tried to take my bike. I told him to "go away" in probably less polite words, so he punched me in the face. I hit him with my bike and rode away really fast. That was rather fun.
But yeah, kudos for facing up to him. And welcome to the realisation that the world isn't a happy shiny place.
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