In Bristol one fine evening....
I got heartily smashed at some awful nightclub, typical of me at the time I had spanked all my money in the world (about £80) on having a goodtime. Several hours later finds me wandering up Park street sweaty Chicken burger in hand. As I munch down on the burger I am vaguely aware of two guys wandering up the road in the same direction in front of me (apparently this is a favoured tactic as it dosn't arouse the immediate suspicion that walking head on at people does). The next thing I know they spin round and knock my food flying, grab me and drag me into an alleyway where I immediately begin berating them for making me drop my food. They slap me about a bit and it dawns upon me that I am being mugged, they ask me for money which made me chuckle as I informed them that had they got me a couple of hours earlier they would have had 80 notes but now they were welcome to the fifty pence I had to my name as it was going in the pot of the next tramp up the road anyway... needless to say a few more slaps follow until one asks me for my credit card which I readily hand over (knowing full well with the amount it was overdrawn that I would probably be nicked if I tried using it again let alone anyone else) this seemed to placate them and they turned to leave, then as an afterthought one turned and asked if I was a student, I replied I was whereupon he HANDED THE CARD STRAIGHT BACK then promptly ran off
( hypnochimp, Tue 20 Jun 2006, 17:33, Reply)