Ohhhh, I've just thought of a story. I thought I wouldn't have one due to my attitude to people who annoy me- as posted below- but I just thought of something.
Many many moons ago, when all this was fields and a pint cost £1.40, I was spending a year as a scummy backpacker in Australia.

I was on a bender staying in a nice hostel in Byron Bay.

It really was a nice hostel in that it was a very friendly crowd, and every night they sold you all the sangria you could drink for $5. Nice.

So everyone knew everyone else through the mammoth sessions held on a nightly basis. I'd befriended a bloke from London, and had set him up with a lovely Canadian girl I'd met. I was a bit miffed as I fancied her myself, but hey ho I could see she liked him so put my best match making skills into action.

In the mean time I'd met a load of mad Welsh girls, got in with one of them, and they were round to partake of the sangria fest.

Now there was one oddball amongst this crowd of young alcoholics, an odd Canadian bloke who I'd spoken to a few times, but didn't really like, there was something about him, plus he had the stink of the speed freak.

On the night in question the nice Canadian girl approached me, told me the oddball wouldn't leave her alone and was freaking her out. To remedy this situation without causing trouble at the party, I introduced him to one of the Welsh girls, who I happened to know was so game I'm surprised she could walk, and thought nothing more of it.

I continued my night, and woke up in the morning with a stonking hangover and a large gap in my memory.

I stumbled towards the kitchen, but as I left the dorm I noticed something was amiss. It was the fact the corridor was crawling with coppers.

Later on I found out what had happened. The Welsh girl had lost him, as she thought he was weird. He had followed my two friends I'd set up around all night. In the early hours of the morning he'd gone into their dorm- in Australia it's all six bunks to a room, share with strangers- and raped her at knife point with everyone looking on unable to help lest he slit her throat.

Needless to say every thing went a bit sour after that, and we all moved on, with the Canadian girl going home.

The Welsh girl was none to pleased with me either.

Length, this was 12 years ago, and I'd completely forgotten about it. But now I've remembered, it still makes me sad, and I still want to kill the freak, which we couldn't at the time, as the police told us if they found him bleeding in some ally, they'd come and find us. Fucksocks.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Sun 3 Feb 2008, 4:34, 5 replies)

Police are like that everywhere.
The attackers get off, but if you ever go round for some justice...
(Wize, Sun 3 Feb 2008, 18:20, closed)

Well.
The bloke was on bail waiting for court, and seeing as there were twelve witnesses and a load of forensic, I assume he went to prison for quite a while, but I don't know what the outcome was.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Sun 3 Feb 2008, 21:33, closed)

prison for quite a while?
probably got 5 years, knocked down to 3 for "diminished responsibility" i.e. rotten drunk and possibly mental, with at least 6 months time served and 6 off for good behaviour. the fecker was probably banged up for no more than 18 months altogether. the police are shite the world over.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 2:18, closed)

If you're going to hammer out a cliche at least target it appropriately.
Sentencing is the responsibility of the courts and has fuck all to do with the police, most of whom I assure you would have wanted just as badly as you to see the little scrote locked up and the key well and truly thrown away.
( Mockingbird Practitioner of SCIENCE, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 16:08, closed)

Justice?
Back when I was 19, a close friend came to me saying she'd been raped by a supposed friend of my group, cue me finding said scumbag and beating ten shades of crap out of him.

Unfortunately, he was employed at the time as a postman and was doing his job when I found him, so I was the one charged with ABH - apparently it's a serious crime to attack a postman when he's delivering "the Queen's mail" so I got a free holiday and a blot on my record while he got away scot-free*

*Ok, he had the crap kicked out of him on a regular basis by others until the twunt wisened up and left town.

Oh, and if I ever see him again, I'd happily do it all again
( snee held his breath since, Wed 6 Feb 2008, 10:56, closed)