MuggedYour Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
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chthonic, Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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One evening in 'the dam'Stumbling around Amsterdam on a stag party, I was with a group of lads but was lagging behind the group, undoubtedly distracted by the ladies in the windows. Suddenly I find that a man has shoved his hand in my shirt pocket.
This must be a tried & tested method for him to steal drugs, for he had hold of my purple haze. However despite my altered state I managed to grab his fingers while they were inside my pocket. In the same way that you could stop someone taking too many crisps from your bag.
We had reached a stalemate situation, as he delved deeper in my pocket I crushed his fingers even harder. He was larger than me & darker than me & I had the fear, but tried desperately not to show it & just had a moment when we looked at each other right in the eye.
He swore at me and gave in, I had survived with my purple haze intact. I soon caught up with the others, safety in numbers n all
(, Sat 17 Jun 2006, 4:36, Reply)
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