Salford has shit muggers.
Something similar, though with less bravado, to Tony_'s post below happened to me when I was up there last year as a student. I'd been out on the serious lash the previous night and had stumbled into a 9am lecture like the living dead, and was just stumbling back to my halls when one of Manchester's knife-weilding little scamps rode up on a rediculously small bike.

"Give us yer wallet" said he.
"Mnnngh?" said I.
"and your phone, now, you cunt!" he replied.
"fuck off mate" was my response, not at all out of bravery but entirely out of semi-consciousness after no sleep and a good portion of the north-west's whisky intake for the month the previous night.

So off he fucked. That was easy.

It took until I got into my flat before I realised what had just happened and I nearly shat myself that I probably came very close to being stabbed. I think the only thing that saved me was my previously-mentioned resemblance to the living dead, and I think my appearance and speech probably made the little shit think I was one of the many crackheads that litter the streets of Manchester, and the little scrote probably thought that it's not worth getting into a knife-fight with a crackhead over whatever they've scraped together to buy their next rock, because, having seen fights in the town where other chav/scallies/whatever they call them up there had tried mugging crackheads, they defend that money to the fucking death.
( Shegetz Chris Kamara's comedy moustache, Sat 16 Feb 2008, 13:25, Reply)