I hardly get any trouble...
...being as I am a fairly menacingly-bearded northern death metal type bloke.

However, some years ago, on my firstest visit to That London, I was walking back from Full Tilt with a friend of mine who shall remain nameless. As we walked the mean streets of Camden, a swarthy young cutpurse stepped out from an alleyway with a cry of 'Stand and deliver!', or words to that effect.

Being as I was but a naive Cumbrian, I prepared to acquiesce to said ruffians' demand. My friend, however, had other ideas.

Staring at the chavvy vagabond with absolute disgust, he kicks outward, straight into the burberry fools right kneecap. There was a sickening crunchy noise, as snap snap snap went the would-be muggers leg. He dropped like a thing that drops very quickly, while emitting a scream worthy of a Discordance Axis record.

As we walked away, my friend turned to me with a wry glint in his eye and said 'He won't be doing that again for a while, eh?'

I felt a bit scared. Still, at least it took away my small town naivete.

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( Angry Boss Bee I love horses, death to other animals, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 20:20, Reply)