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iamG · 09-26-2009, 02:26 AM

Yeah, so, this is a story all about how....

I could've come out a lot worse than I did.

I'm at the library chatting shit with Jenni, printing off some crap and generally having a blasti-blast. Figure it's time to head home and do some cutting and sticking with what I'd printed out. So I'm walking home down Adelphi Street and cutting across through to walk down Walker Street.

Across from Walker Street I see 6-8 Chavs all stood around like they usually are, y'know, being chavs - and I carry on walking and texting. It's the usual route I take at the usual time, chavs are doing their usual shit and being chavvy. Only this time two cross the road towards me.

Oh, Great. I think. They're gonna bug me until I carry on walking and ignore them. Nope! One of em' takes a haymaker right at me, and I do the swiftest motherf*ckin' dodge ever - and in the same take I'm off running back down towards Adelphi Street/The Roundabout. They're still chasing me, I can feel em' right behind me - but I've been training for a half marathon, see, so I'm outrunning them just about. I almost trip because my feet are overtaking my balance and I decide at that point to drop my bag. It didn't have anything important in it, just my uni work, a book, some chocolate and what not. Dropping it helps me regain my balance, gives them a sense of achievement and allows me to keep my head from being caved in. All in all, quite a good trade off.

Anyway - I get to the end of the road right where the roundabout is, and call them 999 peeps who do a wonderful job in answering the phone quite promptly. Within 20 seconds I'm already in the van with the officers scoping the area. The dimwitted shitbags decide to stay IN the carpark on North Street and pretty much all 6-8 of them are arrested until I positively ID the one that tried to swing, and they catch one near the bag trying to run away.

So yeah, my bags been recovered and is in forensics - which takes the biscuit because I'd just bought some dolmio sauce for my pasta when I got home. My statements been taken, and because they didn't have a weapon on them, and I DROPPED the bag when I was running instead of handed it over when they tried to beats me up - they can't really be charged for any serious form of robbery.

OH WELL.

I have work and I'm wide awake because JENNI made me decide that drinking the Relentless Berry was a good idea. Which I guess it was because I have the reaction times of a feckin' hawk and the speed of Usain Bolt.

Sign me up for the olympics y'bastards - I'm bringing home the gold!

09-26-2009, 02:26 AM	#1 (permalink)
iamG Upright Location: UK	I was attacked and robbed last night! Yeah, so, this is a story all about how.... I could've come out a lot worse than I did. I'm at the library chatting shit with Jenni, printing off some crap and generally having a blasti-blast. Figure it's time to head home and do some cutting and sticking with what I'd printed out. So I'm walking home down Adelphi Street and cutting across through to walk down Walker Street. Across from Walker Street I see 6-8 Chavs all stood around like they usually are, y'know, being chavs - and I carry on walking and texting. It's the usual route I take at the usual time, chavs are doing their usual shit and being chavvy. Only this time two cross the road towards me. Oh, Great. I think. They're gonna bug me until I carry on walking and ignore them. Nope! One of em' takes a haymaker right at me, and I do the swiftest motherfckin' dodge ever - and in the same take I'm off running back down towards Adelphi Street/The Roundabout. They're still chasing me, I can feel em' right behind me - but I've been training for a half marathon, see, so I'm outrunning them just about. I almost trip because my feet are overtaking my balance and I decide at that point to drop my bag. It didn't have anything important in it, just my uni work, a book, some chocolate and what not. Dropping it helps me regain my balance, gives them a sense of achievement and allows me to keep my head from being caved in. All in all, quite a good trade off. Anyway* - I get to the end of the road right where the roundabout is, and call them 999 peeps who do a wonderful job in answering the phone quite promptly. Within 20 seconds I'm already in the van with the officers scoping the area. The dimwitted shitbags decide to stay IN the carpark on North Street and pretty much all 6-8 of them are arrested until I positively ID the one that tried to swing, and they catch one near the bag trying to run away. So yeah, my bags been recovered and is in forensics - which takes the biscuit because I'd just bought some dolmio sauce for my pasta when I got home. My statements been taken, and because they didn't have a weapon on them, and I DROPPED the bag when I was running instead of handed it over when they tried to beats me up - they can't really be charged for any serious form of robbery. OH WELL. I have work and I'm wide awake because JENNI made me decide that drinking the Relentless Berry was a good idea. Which I guess it was because I have the reaction times of a feckin' hawk and the speed of Usain Bolt. Sign me up for the olympics y'bastards - I'm bringing home the gold!