Manchester, Moss Side
I should have known it's not the best place to go late at night to visit a friend, but nearly at the end of three years of Uni without major incident, I thought I was doing alright.

In fact someone attempted it on me a couple of years previous, on the main street into Manchester, with a razor blade with electric tape wrapped round one end as a handle. "Hand it over", he said, as the poor student who'd just taken out the minimum tenner left the cashpoint. With three of us together and one of him, I laughed. When he repeated the order, I offered him my half-drunk fizzy drink. Now the girl with us laughed too. His line was that people were waiting at all corners should I run away to "fuck me up". I didn't believe him. I was right. He cycled off eventually saying it was "just a joke". Which presumably means if I'd handed him it, he'd have laughed, said "just kidding" and given it back.

But I digress. Moss Side, poorly lit street at night, two older kids than the one from last time, a giant f-off kitchen knife and me. With a wallet with 50p in it.

Them: "Hand it over"
Me: "OK."
Them (surprised at my lack of reluctance): "What's in there?"
Me: "50p."
Them: "Where's the rest?"
Me: "There is no 'rest'."

Knife somewhat closer to throat.

Them: "Where's the fucking rest?"
Me: "There is no 'rest'."

One of them gets twitchy as this is taking longer than planned and tells the other (knife-wielder) to leave. But the knife-wielder has other ideas, asking me where I'm from and what degree I'm doing if I'm a student. I ask him to leave. He does. Two minutes later I reach my friends' house and cancel my cards. Nice.

Oh... do I have to apologise for length? I thought this was the Victim Support site...
(DamoUK, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 23:48, Reply)