Not stalking per se....
I'd just got off the bus and had been walking behind the same lad for some time. He seemed a bit edgy but I had no idea why.

Anyway, he's five or six yards infront of me, pretty much walking at the same, very fast pace I am. Usually when i'm in uncrowded areas I like to walk very fast, especially when it's as chilly as it was this day. We're coming up to a set of traffic lights and with him being ahead of me, he's already halfway across when the little flashing bloke turns to red. Rather than be left standing on the pavement I decide to make a dash for it.

As I jog over the crossing, I get closer and closer to the lad in front until i'm only a few yards away. Just as I begin to slow down, his ears prick up, he hears the footsteps and sprints into the distance only to turn around to show off the most hilarious frightened look i've ever seen.

My brain clicked into gear and I realised what had just happened - he thought I was going to fucking mug him! He must've felt like a prize cunt when he looked over his shoulder for a second time only to see his would be pursuer doubled over laughing
(Peter Sutcliffe's Right Bollock, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 18:50, Reply)