this isn't going to something the ladies can join in, really...
...so i'll post a pretty shocking story instead about someone who hopefully is on a list somewhere.

When I was 7 (at the most), we went to Greece. My parents and my godfather had taken me and my brother down to the long beach. My dad and bru were playing at one end, my mum and godfather the other with me. I decided to walk down and play with my brother. Half way down, someone to my right says 'hello'. Looking around, some tall Greek bloke repeated his greeting, adding a 'what's your name?'. Now, despite being a presumably quite paedo-pleasing blue-eyed blonde infant, I was also pretty savvy. I just said 'what?' and started walking. He walked alongside, and asked me 'would you like to see my motorbike?'. I stopped, looked him in the eye, and said 'I'm sorry, but my daddy wants me. he's just THERE'. Sure enough, Dad's seen all this and is getting up. Bloke looks a bit panicked, looks the other way, sees my weights-freak godfather thundering towards him. Locked down, this bloke makes the sensible choice and legs it. Only after he was gone did I start crying. Yay me. Apparently, my godfather went round all the bars with this guy's description (and of his motorbike) that night. Locals weren't impressed (it was a pretty small villiage we were staying in), and a bit of a lynch mob went out looking for him for the whole week...

I'm not one for lynch mobs and hysteria, personally, but having had this happen to me, I've got to feel for the ones who don't get away. I really do hope they beat the crap out of him before he tried it again.

Sorry it's not funny. Just that being a girl, I'm usually the one being bothered, not bothering anyone else...
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Fri 18 Aug 2006, 17:31, Reply)