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Your Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.

They stole his green stick-on bow tie.

(, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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Who follows strange, obviously dodgy types anyway...
I once got accosted by a chap literally as I left the pub after a bit of lunch. He appeared at my shoulder and started trying to be chummy. Smelt like a tramp, looked like he was a few hundred tins of special brew down and wasa being obviously a bit dodgy. His scheme it seemed was to walk with me up the road until he found an opportunity. So I stopped walking and stood still.

His response was to wave me on with a matey "c'mon I'll walk with you."

"Will you bollocks," I think before replying with a polite but stern, "no."

With this he stops and starts back towards me. "Stay there," I tell him. At this he stops looks a little puzzled then continues his advance and starts to put his hands in the pockets of his hoody.

"I said 'stay there'", will the same level tone but taking up a slightly more assertive stance. He is then stopped about three metres away with his hands in his pockets and begins to draw his left hand from his pocket. At this I realise I've not got a clue if anyones behind me and that my focus is 100% on this guy. Thinking it'd possibly be a good idea to have a cast about I move whilst watching him so that I have better view of the street.

Anyway his hand continues to rise and he shows me a handful of shrapnel. "How much is this mate?" as he shuffles a bit closer with his right hand still out of sight.

Without looking down and making sure I can see his hands I say, "about three quid."

With that I think he realised I wasn't about to give any quarter to whatever it was he wanted as he backed off and left without another word. I never did get to find out what the contents of his right hand would of been if he had removed it from his jacket but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't of been fun.

I then about faced and rejoined my mates in the pub for a well needed drink as I came down from the massive dose of adrenaline my body decided to dump.

Other than that I guess I've been lucky and always try to avoid or deescalate a situation.
(, Sat 17 Jun 2006, 16:09, Reply)

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