Council Estate Scum!
I was walking through the Ghetto of Burwell (small village) with my friend Nathan after a short drinking session. We went off in opposite directions back to our respective houses. Literally 10 or 15 seconds after he turned down an adjacent alley, I was jumped upon by a group of lads a year or 2 older than me (I was 15). There was about 5 of them, and at first I thought they were just messing around, since they jovially tried to wrap me in toilet paper. I broke free from my papery bonds and continued to walk away as fast as possible. I thought they'd gone, but as I walked across the road towards the streer I live on, one of them ran up behind me and kicked me, with great momentum, in the base of the spine. How this didn't injur me, I'll never know.
Anyway, after kicking me whilst down, I decided upon tactical retreat (ahem) and ran into a well lit area - a pub car park. There, they ringleader came up to me and demanded money/phone. For some strange reason (must be fate) I left my phone at home that night, which is VERY unusual - I never leave the house without it. My wallet had nothing but moths, too, since we'd spent it all at the Take-away. The only thing I had on me was one can of beer. I hurled it at his head and ran away very fast. For some reason they didn't persue.
Anyway I decided that me leaving my phone at was Divine Intervention or something.
The most unnerving part of the whole experience was hearing one of the lads shout in the background; "Drag 'im down there! [a dark alley]".
Fuck knows what they intended to do.

Oh and the most FRUSTRATING thing is the fact that if they attacked me in the company of my 5'1" friend Nathan, just 10 seconds prior to when they did, they would've been unpleasantly surprised to find that he's a Black-Belt in Tae Kwon Do.
(Dooley, Sun 18 Jun 2006, 21:15, Reply)