Don't mug an old Lady when my Mam is shopping.
My mother, Val I will call her, cos that's her name, is lovely, she is a nice Irish/Welsh Catholic girl from a nice part of Swansea. She is also blessed with the strength of a man and a real good right hook, and she is quite good at using it, as a felon found out to his cost one Christmas a few years ago.
My Mam had just been getting the Chrimbo victuals in Iceland, Swansea, which, as is traditional included a 15 pound frozen turkey, and loads of biscuits in tins. Ahead of her is a little old lady, stuggling with her shopping when a kind yound scumbag decides she would be better off without the weight of her handbag.
The guy runs off toward my Mam, who is incandescent with rage, so she swings for the guy. He ducks the puch, grinning when 15+ punds of frozen poultry and metal tins smacks him right in his dirty grinning Chav face. According to Mam his feet left terra firma, and he did a 360 spin that Tony Hawkes would be proud of, before staggering off, sans purse, some blood and a few teeth.
Only downside was that the biscuits were a bit munted.
(micmac is happy as a pig in shite, Fri 16 Jun 2006, 23:41, Reply)