Walking back from a night out in Prague with a friend,
our chemically altered brains told us it was a good idea to walk straight through the worst area of the city. Some skinheads shouted at us from a bar as we passed and by the time the 'run' command filtered through to my legs it was too late and I was being held up against a wall by the neck of my jacket and having my pockets rummaged.
It was at this point, at 6am, that my phone started ringing. The mugger immediately went for the pocket it was in and attempted to get it out. I tried to show him he had to go 'down and round' a couple of times but just got punched in the face for my trouble. Eventually he managed to reach the thing and ran off back down the street.
If the phone hadn't rang he'd probably have gone for my other pocket, which had about 200 quid in it, rather than an ancient nokia, worth a tenner at best.
( Zuowan, Tue 20 Jun 2006, 6:52, Reply)