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From: T i m on 14 Nov 2009 03:25 On Sat, 14 Nov 2009 07:30:10 +0000, Chris Ridd <chrisridd(a)mac.com> wrote: >On 2009-11-14 06:54:43 +0000, Peter Ceresole said: > >> Chris Ridd <chrisridd(a)mac.com> wrote: >> >>> Someone tried to mug me on the way home, which was interesting... >> >> You can't leave it there... Was this at the dubious King's Cross end? Or >> in the salubrious Sarf West? > >It as in Hampton! I trained to Richmond and got the bus, and nearish >home the bloke behind me demanded my phone. I said it wasn't a phone >(it my my touch) and no he couldn't have it. We repeated this a couple >of times and I walked over to the driver's end of the bus and they got >off. > Didn't someone actually get mugged on the way home from a previous clique-meet? Maybe you were followed ... they see a group of softies [1] flashing loads of Apple bling ... ? Glad all was ok though. T i m [1] Except Peter "The crusher" Ceresole of course. ;-)
From: Pd on 14 Nov 2009 10:24 Chris Ridd <chrisridd(a)mac.com> wrote: > On 2009-11-14 06:54:43 +0000, Peter Ceresole said: > > > Chris Ridd <chrisridd(a)mac.com> wrote: > > > >> Someone tried to mug me on the way home, which was interesting... > > > > You can't leave it there... Was this at the dubious King's Cross end? Or > > in the salubrious Sarf West? > > It as in Hampton! I trained to Richmond and got the bus, and nearish > home the bloke behind me demanded my phone. I said it wasn't a phone > (it my my touch) and no he couldn't have it. We repeated this a couple > of times and I walked over to the driver's end of the bus and they got > off. Well fended. I was walking down the high street in Tauranga one sunny afternoon when I was suddenly surrounded by a group of yobs, the biggest of whom said "Giz your leather jacket." I thought it was funny and laughed, so he leaned in closer and tried to be all menacing and said again "Giz your jacket." I said "No, you give me your trousers." He said "What??" "Giz yer trousers first" says I. They all look at each other confusedly, I push through and walk away. A week later a guy was stabbed to death after his girlfriend refused to hand over her leather jacket in a similar confrontation. I guess I was just lucky. -- Pd
From: Chris Ridd on 14 Nov 2009 10:42
On 2009-11-14 15:24:13 +0000, Pd said: > Chris Ridd <chrisridd(a)mac.com> wrote: > >> On 2009-11-14 06:54:43 +0000, Peter Ceresole said: >> >>> Chris Ridd <chrisridd(a)mac.com> wrote: >>> >>>> Someone tried to mug me on the way home, which was interesting... >>> >>> You can't leave it there... Was this at the dubious King's Cross end? Or >>> in the salubrious Sarf West? >> >> It as in Hampton! I trained to Richmond and got the bus, and nearish >> home the bloke behind me demanded my phone. I said it wasn't a phone >> (it my my touch) and no he couldn't have it. We repeated this a couple >> of times and I walked over to the driver's end of the bus and they got >> off. (Apologies for the rubbish typing there.) > > Well fended. > > I was walking down the high street in Tauranga one sunny afternoon when > I was suddenly surrounded by a group of yobs, the biggest of whom said > "Giz your leather jacket." > I thought it was funny and laughed, so he leaned in closer and tried to > be all menacing and said again "Giz your jacket." > I said "No, you give me your trousers." > He said "What??" > "Giz yer trousers first" says I. > They all look at each other confusedly, I push through and walk away. Excellent. I can imagine their confusion at being asked for a pair of trousers from someone already wearing an excellently coloured pair. > A week later a guy was stabbed to death after his girlfriend refused to > hand over her leather jacket in a similar confrontation. > > I guess I was just lucky. Erk. Me too. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings, so I doubt I'll be doing *that* again. -- Chris |