Moss Side, Manchester

Xmas Eve, early 90's and I was heading home to a flat in Moss Side. I'd been working all day in a mate's shop to give him a hand over the Xmas period and I was carrying the days takings in an envelope in my inside pocket - about 2 grand. In my other hand was my mates Xmas present concealed in a bin bag as I hadn't had time to wrap it.

When I got off the bus it was about 50 yards to my flat - mainly well lit except for the last few yards where I had to turn down an alley next to a church. As I turned down the alley I heard running steps behind me and, just as I tried to turn to see what was happening, an arm snaked around my throat from behind and this big black head appeared over my left shoulder.

Without thinking, I swung my mates Xmas present across my body and towards the head on my shoulder.

BOING!!!

There was a ringing sound and the guy behind me lost his grip on my throat and staggered backwards holding his face. I ran forward a couple of steps and spun to face my attacker. Grabbing the Xmas present with both hands I stepped in and swung at his head again.

BOING!!!

This time he staggered a step backwards and fell backwards onto his arse, blood streaming from a cut in his head. Job done, I turned and sauntered off up the stairs and into my flat where I gave my mate his Xmas present and told him what had just happened. He pissed himself laughing and the present is still one of his favorite possessions.

And the present? A cast-iron wok.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 16 Jun 2006, 11:12, Reply)