I've been at the receiving end of quite a few assaults, spittings, intimidation and attempted muggings during my time, but only one "successful" one when I was (I believe) 16 or 17, in Belfast City Center.
Couple of mates and I were out at a few bars. Were refused our local as the doorman felt he would be an arse that night, so we went round to a local nightclub. It wasn't very lively, so we decided we'd head to around the Cathedral area to smoke a bit of a joint and wait for my sister to get out of her own club and drive us home.
Anyway, as we arrived to our destination, it was already occupied by a group of chavs - 3 blokes, I think, ranging from what must have been 11 to 19 (the ringleader), and a few girls.
Anyway, as we approach it's plainly obvious to see and smell that they're glue-baggers and pretty well off their nads. They start asking for some change for the pay-phone to ring a taxi.
I respond, "Sorry, haven't got any change." The younger one reacts to this by turning to the ringleader and repeatedly, and excitedly, exclaiming "Here, he's got notes! He's got notes!" At that point I knew things weren't going to go well, so while my mates gave their own excuses, I discretely fed all notes from my wallet, out of my pocket, and down into my boxers without being seen. I just kept hoping they'd stay in my boxers and not fall down my trouser legs!
So, as we walk on, a couple of the girls (the most hideous creatures I've ever seen) are on their way back to the group. One of them, glue-bagged out of her mind, leans in towards my friend and just kind of goes "eeuuuuuuurrghghghhahah" before moving on.
Cue one of the males exclaiming that my friend had pushed her. That's when **** kicked off.
I was ready to just get out of there, but my friends being the idiots they are stopped and were easily surrounded. One of my mates had a folding/locking knife that he was given as a gift by someone else earlier in the day. As he was patted down, he allowed this to be taken off him like a retard.
My other friend received a swift smack in the face, despite wearing glasses. I was having a rather placid chat with one of them, actually (I can be quite the affable bloke), before the youngest sucker-punched me from the side, completely unprovoked, and chipped my tooth. The one I was talking to then chastised the youngster as I was, apparently "allreet".
At this point, my friend who had the knife removed from him by the ringleader was given a haymaker and instantly collapsed. With no target at that moment, the ringleader came over to me, put his arm around my chest, and put the knife to my throat; accusing us of being drug dealers (it's just a good thing they didn't find my friend's weed!).
While we attempted to talk our way out of it, the knife was repeatedly dragged across my neck as I convinced them that my watch and other possessions were worthless (which they were
). The knife appeared to be quite blunt, or he wasn't putting much force into it, but you can appreciate at the time that it was rather scary.
Now, one of them shows me a plaster on his hand and repeatedly asks "do you want to see this?". I say I'm not sure what he's on about, so he removes the plaster revealing "LVF" on his hand, between the thumb and index finger. It looks like he wrote it on with marker 10 minutes ago, so I laugh.
Now, my wallet is removed from my pocket and all change emptied from it (I lied -- I had about 13 quid in pound coins. Nooooo!), before they proclaim that someone they're waiting to meet will be there soon. The way they speak of him, it sounds like their local "commander", so to speak. Within a couple of minutes, one of the girls shouts -- the dude is here, so they let us start walking.
From behind us, after greeting their accomplice, they then shout "You've got 5 seconds to run."
I replied "Wise up!", and just then, a friend who was having a party in his apartment in the building we were outside of shows up, walking a girl home. We join him, and they decide that with 4 of us it's too much, so they skulk off in the opposite direction.
We then just grabbed a taxi home, which I had to pay for having been the only one smart enough to stuff his money in his underpants!
What was more annoying, was that in the early stages of the mugging, just before they actually began to get highly threatening, an RUC meat wagon drove past us. The chavs cheered and jeered at it, and they didn't even slow down.
Anyhoo, since that day I've vowed NEVER to react like a victim in that way. I can tell when things aren't kosher, and it doesn't pay to be amicable or submissive with them. Two years later I was walking through a subway on the way to work (Pizza Hut in the Odyssey at the time -- I was a uni student by then) and was again accosted by a glue-bagger who looked about 18, accompanied by another who literally looked about 10 (I almost felt sorry for that kid) and some chavette around 15. The eldest stood in front of me as I walked, repeatedly screaming "GET THE MONEY OUT! GET THE MONEY OUT!". I shouldered past him, he kicked me in the side, and I landed a 100% knucklefeast smack in the center of his face. Down like a ton of bricks would be an understatement. Of course, I guess it only worked because he could barely stand in the first place!
About a month later exactly the same place and same thing happened again, this time when they asked for a smoke, I said sure and gave them the packet of tabs and said keep them, they still beat me up for a laugh 
Genuine shock