Never been mugged myself
but i believe I came quite close about 8 years ago..... was on me first ever holiday with my fiance (who later turned out to be a psycho slapper from hell, but at that point i quite liked her) and we were heading back to our B+B after a lovely night out at some ice dancey show thing at the pleasure beach. We had a few spare pound coins, so on the way back we dropped into an amusement arcade and had a few goes on the bandits..... now. Mrs Bag (Now ex mrs Bag, soon to be mrs fat ugly git she left me for, not bitter though, I have half of her house and pension yay) was behind me, facing away from me playing on a machine, when i felt a tap on the shoulder. As I turned, this young guy, about 15-16 and about the same size as me, stepped in front of me. I realized that he had 3 similar sized mates with him and they had surrounded me. "You got the time, mate?" he asked. Now. I am 5'7". At the time, I weighed about 9 stone. But I also have a very broad scottish accent. I pulled up my sleeve, glanced at my watch and said "Eeeeehm...... 's aboot twitty tae ten, boys." He stared at me. I stared back. I was by now quite worried. He took his hand from his pocket and waved it about a bit, as though there was a small fly buzzing around behind him, then he and his mates backed away slowly, turned and walked off without a word. It was the abject look of "Oh no..... he's Scottish!" that will stay in my mind forever.
Apologies for length, (insert joke here)
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 21:26, Reply)