I witnessed a crime
Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."
Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."
Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
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Guy Punches Mong in Pub, Assualt on Cyborg
In me old local, before a gang of bikers bought the place there was a rather weedy landlord who allowed a gang of rough drugged-up youths to drink in the corner, as he was literally too shit-scared to ban them. They were a bit rowdy and were taking coke in the toilets a bit too often, otherwise apart from looking threatening they weren't that bad if you left them to it.
One particular night however they were put to use. A local mong called John was drinking in the pub. Quick history lesson; John the Mong was as such because when he was younger he was a drunk car-thief who totalled a stolen car, killing an innocent bystander in the process and was left mentally retarded. The police took this into consideration and John was after many years of rehabilitation left alone as they thought the injuries were more damning than any prison cell.
Cue present day minus 12 months. John's drinking a pint minding his own business when a 6 foot short-haired guy sees him and starts shouting "MURDERER!" at him. John, who can hardly walk straight when sober turns around and tries to say something back to him.
"Wha you on about? I 'e done nothing.."
With this the unknown bloke smacks John onto the floor. Now this did shock us a bit, seeing a retard getting smacked, but it shocked and disgusted the gang of 15 druggies sitting around the pool table in the corner more. What happened next was half the pub being smashed up with this bloke and his mate being beaten around the tables. Somehow I managed to get to the entrance of the bar and stood behind it, stopping 3 chavs trying to get behind there. One of them went to hit me when I laughed and said "If you get behind here, everyone in the pub gets hurt. Just continue to beat that cunt on the floor please" and smiled, somewhat confusing the chav into doing just that. Oops. Still, surprisingly no-one got glassed and when the Police and Ambulance crew turned up I mingled into the crowd back with the missus, and just told Police that someone smacked a mong and a gang of youths didn't like it.
Oh well...oh, while we're on the subject of mong beating....
Me dad works in a warehouse where they deliver medical equipment to the disabled and elderly. One day, while he was talking to his mate called R (protecting the guilty here btw) a guy in a wheelchair rolled up behind them and dug his nails right into R's inner thigh while twisting it, just to get R's attention.
"Oih you useless cunt, get me...."
Me dad never knew what he wanted as R spun around and punched the cyborg 7 times in the face, leaving him unconscious on his wheels. They both went on fag-breaks (even though my dad doesn't smoke) and left him in the middle of the loading bay.
No-one was ever done for this, as it turns out he'd pissed off the management there too just before trying it on with R. That'll learn 'im.
( , Mon 18 Feb 2008, 7:57, 1 reply)
In me old local, before a gang of bikers bought the place there was a rather weedy landlord who allowed a gang of rough drugged-up youths to drink in the corner, as he was literally too shit-scared to ban them. They were a bit rowdy and were taking coke in the toilets a bit too often, otherwise apart from looking threatening they weren't that bad if you left them to it.
One particular night however they were put to use. A local mong called John was drinking in the pub. Quick history lesson; John the Mong was as such because when he was younger he was a drunk car-thief who totalled a stolen car, killing an innocent bystander in the process and was left mentally retarded. The police took this into consideration and John was after many years of rehabilitation left alone as they thought the injuries were more damning than any prison cell.
Cue present day minus 12 months. John's drinking a pint minding his own business when a 6 foot short-haired guy sees him and starts shouting "MURDERER!" at him. John, who can hardly walk straight when sober turns around and tries to say something back to him.
"Wha you on about? I 'e done nothing.."
With this the unknown bloke smacks John onto the floor. Now this did shock us a bit, seeing a retard getting smacked, but it shocked and disgusted the gang of 15 druggies sitting around the pool table in the corner more. What happened next was half the pub being smashed up with this bloke and his mate being beaten around the tables. Somehow I managed to get to the entrance of the bar and stood behind it, stopping 3 chavs trying to get behind there. One of them went to hit me when I laughed and said "If you get behind here, everyone in the pub gets hurt. Just continue to beat that cunt on the floor please" and smiled, somewhat confusing the chav into doing just that. Oops. Still, surprisingly no-one got glassed and when the Police and Ambulance crew turned up I mingled into the crowd back with the missus, and just told Police that someone smacked a mong and a gang of youths didn't like it.
Oh well...oh, while we're on the subject of mong beating....
Me dad works in a warehouse where they deliver medical equipment to the disabled and elderly. One day, while he was talking to his mate called R (protecting the guilty here btw) a guy in a wheelchair rolled up behind them and dug his nails right into R's inner thigh while twisting it, just to get R's attention.
"Oih you useless cunt, get me...."
Me dad never knew what he wanted as R spun around and punched the cyborg 7 times in the face, leaving him unconscious on his wheels. They both went on fag-breaks (even though my dad doesn't smoke) and left him in the middle of the loading bay.
No-one was ever done for this, as it turns out he'd pissed off the management there too just before trying it on with R. That'll learn 'im.
( , Mon 18 Feb 2008, 7:57, 1 reply)
Your second story...
...a perfect example of seeing the person, not the disability; someone doing that deserves a smack, wheelchair or no. Good on R.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2008, 13:26, closed)
...a perfect example of seeing the person, not the disability; someone doing that deserves a smack, wheelchair or no. Good on R.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2008, 13:26, closed)
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