Not exactly mugged
a few years ago, i must have been about 15, i was walking home late night and about to cross the road, adhering to the green cross code of looking left, right and left again.

there was a car a bit down the road, but going at the speed he was i had ample time to cross the road, and then watch paint dry before he go to me.

as i started crossing the car full of chavs sped up, obviously trying to freak me. it didn't work and i carried on my pace accross the road. they narrowly missed me, and then they stopped to give time for all the chavs in the car to wind down windows and throw that ever so painful verbal abuse at me.

As they started going on their way again, i finally think of a great classic comeback; the one finger salute. they stop again, and the door start to open, and all i see is a couple of trackie bottomed legs coming out of the car door, before quickly dissapearing again then the door closes and they speed off.

shitting bricks at what they were about to do, i look around in amazement wondering if they though i was too 'ard for them to take (i was about 5.5 at the time, and not very big or muscly), or if something else scared them off, coming up the road was a cop car, obviously not seen what had happened, but still enough to scare them off.

not very interesting story, i know. but oh well.
( Snorty McBumhole YouTube.com/MinistryOfGeeks, Tue 20 Jun 2006, 13:19, Reply)