The Reason Why I Moved Away From London
Warning - Severe Lack of Funny!

Once upon a time young Mogg lived and worked in the great city of London, and as such had to endure the hell of the daily commute on the tube.

One evening I stayed at work a bit later as the tubes were shot to hell more than usual and I wanted to miss the rush. Didn't work though, and I finally admitted defeat and squeezed onto a packed tubetrain.

It was as the train was plodding along slowly that I felt someone pressing themselves against me....pressing a certain part of themselves against me, and I had no doubts exactly what part it was. I took a step to one side to move away, and a moment later the man was back. Tried again, and the same thing happened.

Now people I have spoken to about this since have said "Why didn't you break his nose!?", "Why didn't you shout?" and I know this sounds weird...but I was embarrased. I couldn't bring myself to shout or do anything because I didn't want people to notice me, to think I was some hysterical woman making trouble. The gentleman in question was Asian, and this was virtually 2 weeks after the bomb attacks. If I had started hitting and screaming, pandemonium would have ensued! I made eye contact with one woman, and she knew what was going on. The look of pure pity! I just closed my eyes and willed the train to hurry up to the next stop.

So anyways at the next stop I jump out to wait for the next train. I stood at the platform, the train I had been on left, and I turned around and there he was staring at me. A another train came, and I didn't get on. Lo and behold, neither did he.

Decided then I'd get a bus (no idea why!) so I left the station, but as I got outside I realised I had no idea which bus would get me home, or indeed which direction I needed to go. I started walking down the road, and looked over my shoulder. He was following me again, but this time grinning. I stopped outside a big shop and phoned my boyfriend, who told me to get into the shop and tell someone in there. As I was on the phone I looked back again and he was leaning against the wall watching me. I went into the shop, but seeing no one around, I went back outside and ran back to the tube station.

All through this I had managed to keep relatively calm, but once I got back I went up to one of the tube staff and as soon as I opened my mouth to ask for help I burst into tears. Managed to tell him what happened and he took me to one side so I could calm down. Just then, luckily, two undercover policemen came along. Ticket man asked if they could take me home, and they duly agreed and escorted me on the tube the rest of the way home (took me back on the tube to see if I could spot him again and point him out)

In the end the police took statements and looked back at the CCTV footage, but nothing ever came of it. The cameras were dirty so they couldn't see anything which was nice. So I did the next best thing - I moved to the country and haven't looked back since! Cramped in a poxy train carriage with some blokes erection nudging for attention in your lower back, or singing away in your car alone driving through the most beautiful scenery around! Hmmm!

In closing, I want to say to all the lovely ladies DON'T BE AFRAID TO SCREAM!!! Scream until you're sick, kick and punch, do whatever you have to do to make these sicko's leave you alone.

Also - This is not an uncommon occurance. When I was giving my statement I was told about a WPC who had it done to her, and even she was too frightened to do anything. Just about every female I spoke to in London about it either experienced it themselves or knew someone who did. The sad thing is, I only know of one person who fought back. My mums friend had it happen to her and did actually break the bastards nose. She got a round of applause on the train :)


(This was actually the second time it had happened, but the first time I was followed off the train)

Length? Long enough for me to know it was there...
(Mogg Questioned her own sanity on, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 13:48, 8 replies)

eep!
That's awful, I feel so sorry for you. Have a sympathy click (I live in London, and the two hours spent on the tube every day are a bit of a pervert lottery).
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 14:33, closed)

Somthing similar happend to me...
...but without the terrifying apsects.

I was riding on London's fabulous Tubular System, in a pretty full carriage when I slowly became away that the buttocks of the woman in front were pressed into me, and moving around more than the conditions necessitated.

I moved back a little, the buttocks followed, I moved some more, the buttocks came with me. This continued until I was pushed up against the door.

What I should of done is tapped the woman on her shoulder and said in a clear voice – “Excuse me, could you stop rubbing yourself on my cock” But I didn’t. I think it was British thing of not wanting 20 people staring at you.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Mon 4 Feb 2008, 14:41, closed)

Scary stuff!
Good advice though - make a lot of noise and you're average tubeperv backs right off.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Mon 4 Feb 2008, 14:46, closed)

ugh, how horrid
Have a click
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 16:11, closed)

If only...
It was possible at the time to reach round, grab it, and snap it of. Sick bar stud.
(Guilt wants to get in your moist confines, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 16:24, closed)

Ugh
London transport pervs. Seriously. There are WAY too many of them. In addition to the usual plethora of men dry-humping me and one getting his knob out (standing, while I was seated, so that his balls were practically sitting on my lap) I once had a charming gentleman sit next to me on the bus and start very obviously wanking under his jumper.

At 8am. I was about 14 at the time.

As you say, every single time I have just been a bit stunned and quietly moved away, which I assume is exactly what they want. It just seems like the easiest option at the time.

You're absolutely right, people need to kick up a fuss if we ever want them to stop doing it.
(clumsyeloquence is a girl, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 22:05, closed)

happened to me once
coming from souhport on the train, 12th of july, it was jam-packed with drunken orangemen. it wasn't one of them that was trying to grind his foetid man-meat between my cheeks, though. it was a sweaty child-molester lokking mo'fo in a pink shirt and green pants. unfortunately for him, i was only holding the rail with one hand. my other was at my side, with its rather long and extremely sharp fingernails. i reached around, grabbed his balls(i swear he sighed and trembled a bit at that point) and dug my nails right in. he didn't dare move(i could have ripped his scrote off) or make a noise(everyone would know what he'd been up to), so he just kind of whispered "okay, i'm sorry" and i let go.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 2:02, closed)

What I generally do
Is wait for the carriage to shake a little, as they do going round bends, and then stamp really hard on the perv's foot. This is usually most effective when wearing high heels. That or a good dharp elbow in the chest.

Works a treat
(missc, Wed 6 Feb 2008, 19:03, closed)