One night in Bournemouth, me and my friends were just wondering (we're all
very good and none of us drink - despite being 20ish) and we had to stop off at a cashpoint.

Upon turning away from the cashpoint, two giant giant men approached us and asked for a quid. We're pretty sure they wanted a pound each, as they looked quite annoyed as we were working out that'd it'd only be about 20p each to make up this £1.

So we gave them five twenty-pence-pieces, and they said they were very greatful - and as we walked away they shook our hands, and quite literally tried to break them. This was the violence as far as we were concerned.

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As we were walking away we were deeply concerned as to whether we had been mugged or not. They were very good if they were muggers, as we never really realised. Chances are our putting-together-of-20ps made them think we were hyper-poor weedy students.

Apart from that, and living here in Bournemouth for ten years I've never really had any trouble. If you're a decent judge of character you can tell which people you can just tell to fuck off, and which ones you should really comply too..

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( stevierar, Sat 17 Jun 2006, 14:10, Reply)