No, it really wouldn't.
They could have a gun, and then there would be no chance of me being able to run from them.
Ever been mugged or had someone attempt to mug you
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No, it really wouldn't.
They could have a gun, and then there would be no chance of me being able to run from them.
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This really...
Besides, if you're not the sort of person that would stand and fight without a weapon, you wouldn't with one.
Never been mugged but had someone some loon ball try an stab me which was an odd experience.
I had just come out the pub (was 18 at the time) and was sitting on a wall with my friend waiting for a few other friends. Two blokes walked towards us, one who looked like he had just got beaten up, bloody nose and swollen eye. Out of nowhere he pushed me back off the wall and decided to try and stab me in the face.
It was all a bit strange. I was on my back holding his arm with a knife in front of my nose. We struggled for a bit and then he got up and said sorry mistaken identity.
Safe to say I **** my pants
I had just come out the pub (was 18 at the time) and was sitting on a wall with my friend waiting for a few other friends. Two blokes walked towards us, one who looked like he had just got beaten up, bloody nose and swollen eye. Out of nowhere he pushed me back off the wall and decided to try and stab me in the face.
It was all a bit strange. I was on my back holding his arm with a knife in front of my nose. We struggled for a bit and then he got up and said sorry mistaken identity.
Safe to say I **** my pants
Have had a few people stop me and demand money I just tend to keep walking
Was buying my wife a new phone a few years back had just walked out of the shop and a 13 year old stand's in front of me demanding the ******* phone or he is going to do me, he was told to in a very nice manner to go home to his mummy
Have had people in night clubs start on me due to my height/size ect
I tend to walk away 99% off the time but if I feel the need to fight I will happily do so
Was buying my wife a new phone a few years back had just walked out of the shop and a 13 year old stand's in front of me demanding the ******* phone or he is going to do me, he was told to in a very nice manner to go home to his mummy
Have had people in night clubs start on me due to my height/size ect
I tend to walk away 99% off the time but if I feel the need to fight I will happily do so
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About 15 years ago. Some chap grabbed my bag whilst in the underpass. I think he saw me coming out of a jewelry shop near Tottenham Court Road. I just let him go. Fortunately my girlfriends present and my wallet were in my jacket. We had no mobile devices then.
My wife got robbed on the tube about 3 years ago. We were out as a family and got on a busy central line train. I got pushed down into the train whilst my wife who was with a buggy was by the door. A chap jumped on very last second with a coat over his arms hiding his hand which were going down her bag. As he got off she realised but didn't do anything in case he pulled the buggy to the floor to escape. I think that was a wise thing to do. After asking if she was ok, both my eldest son and I went after him but he took one of many possible turnings. He must have saw her spending in Boots, Liverpool St and followed her. I'm not sure why we chased him.. guess i just didn't like the thought of that happening to my Mrs..
Alarmingly, the amount of women that walk around with hand bags open, purse visible whilst the are distracted on their phones. Easy targets. Sometimes I might warn them and the they are shocked by actually how easy it really is.
I hope that was just a joke because despite the thief's being utter scum, it doesn't justify using arms else we'd just become a society of vigilantes and murderers.
My wife got robbed on the tube about 3 years ago. We were out as a family and got on a busy central line train. I got pushed down into the train whilst my wife who was with a buggy was by the door. A chap jumped on very last second with a coat over his arms hiding his hand which were going down her bag. As he got off she realised but didn't do anything in case he pulled the buggy to the floor to escape. I think that was a wise thing to do. After asking if she was ok, both my eldest son and I went after him but he took one of many possible turnings. He must have saw her spending in Boots, Liverpool St and followed her. I'm not sure why we chased him.. guess i just didn't like the thought of that happening to my Mrs..
Alarmingly, the amount of women that walk around with hand bags open, purse visible whilst the are distracted on their phones. Easy targets. Sometimes I might warn them and the they are shocked by actually how easy it really is.
I hope that was just a joke because despite the thief's being utter scum, it doesn't justify using arms else we'd just become a society of vigilantes and murderers.
Someone had forced my parents patio door whilst I was in alone when I were around 15 years old
I went to the police station to see if I could identify the guy in one of those photo books.
I didn't see the guy but I did find myself on one of the pages
No, but some random drunk tried to pull me off my scooter a couple of years back at some lights in broad daylight...
After a bit of pushing and shoving he received a full face helmet to his nose and his leg got in the way as I rode off. All the drivers were laughing their heads off at the next set of lights, which tickled me I have to admit
After a bit of pushing and shoving he received a full face helmet to his nose and his leg got in the way as I rode off. All the drivers were laughing their heads off at the next set of lights, which tickled me I have to admit
it's not happened to me yet. if anybody wants to mug me for my 10 quid pay as you go mobile, they're welcome to it. and i'm always skint so the likelihood of losing money is pretty slim. hopefully the mugger would feel sorry for me and give me some money for a cup of tea.
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Mugged at knifepoint by a gang when I was about 16, late night in Belfast.
Went to a pub with our fake IDs, didn't get let in as the bouncers were feeling like douches that evening, so went to a local club instead. Atmosphere there was cack, so we decided to head round St. Annes Cathedral area, have a toke, then head home.
Unfortunately, on the way there we passed a gang of 4 jumped-up lads and two girls (there were three of us), glue-bagged out of their heads. They started asking for money to use the payphone -- told them we didn't have any change, to which the response was one of them yelping "Here, he's got notes!".
"Here we go", I sighed.
Anyway, I kept walking, but my mates allowed themselves to be stopped further behind so after an elongated act of one of them needing help to call a cab to get home, things got progressively more dark and ugly.
I used the "Derren Brown" method mentioned previously, and got into a distraction-based conversation with a couple of them, which was progressing quite amicably (to the point where one of them told the others to leave me out of it, as I was "dead on"). Unfortunately one of my less-than-manipulative friends was engaged with the ringleader, who promptly smacked him in the face, sending him to the ground.
Then he set about searching him, taking his cigarettes... and a knife he was carrying.
Said knife ended up at my throat while my wallet was emptied of cash. What the dumbasses didn't know, however, was that while I was busy yakking away and distracting them, I was using my fingertips to pull the notes out of my wallet and stuff them down into my boxers (while hoping they didn't just fall down and out my trouser leg!). Still, I had a good £20-odd quid in pound coins in that wallet!
Anyway, they tried to take my watch, as well, which I refused -- simply saying "Nah dude, that's my watch, and it's crap anyway". Also convinced them my necklace wasn't worth anything (was only worth about £50 anyway) and it all defused after they waved a few UVF tattoos in our faces etc. My other mate also got a punch in the face, almost breaking his glasses.
Once they were done, we were then told that we had 10 seconds to run, and then they were coming after us with the knife. Told them to wise up, and then as we walked away another friend we knew who lived nearby appeared, wakling some other friends home from a house party. As soon as they realised we knew them, they slinked away. Saw them later down the road, running along hooting and hollering. Got in touch with the police, but apparently despite them running right through Belfast City Center at gone 11.30pm, they weren't caught on any CCTV.
Pretty confident that had push come to shove and my friend not gone down so quickly with a single punch (admittedly, it was a sucker punch), we could have easily taken the group of them without much issue -- but it's a prime example of why people shouldn't be carrying weapons. Once your attacker takes that from you, the empowerment it gives them is magnified, and the danger increases significantly. Guess we were lucky that they didn't find the stash of weed he had on him, as they'd been accusing us of being drug dealers on "their turf" yadda yadda. Again, obviously just a reason to act like a thug but if they had found some twisted vindication in that... who knows.
Took a taxi home, made a coke-can pipe and had at it while trying to keep my friend awake in case he was concussed. Wasn't a pleasant evening, let me tell you. If only my mates been more concerned with getting drunk than whether the music was any good!
Since then, nope, never been mugged. Been intimidated and threatened in the street by scrotes, but never let anything progress beyond that. Actually, a couple of years after the mugging incident, I popped out from a bar alone to go get cigarettes while my mate (not one of the ones mentioned above) stayed behind. On the way to the garage, and pretty tipsy, I came into the path of two tracksuited teenage scrotes who immediately focused on me and started their incoming swagger. Dark street, basically a cut-through to the petrol station with little light and public coverage. Knew immediately what they were up to as they approached in front of me, close together and blocking my path.
"Alright maaaaaate!", the first one entered his diatribe with that taunting aggression, spreading him arms wide to stop me walking round. He got lamped right in the mouth without a word, and went to the floor. The second one was stunned and he got what felt like a perfectly landed steel toe workboot to the balls. No idea if he went to the floor too as I turned and legged it back to the pub.
Had to spend a ridiculous amount of money for cigs from the machine instead. Sixteen cigarettes for more than a twenty deck??!? That was the biggest travesty, besides the skin taken off my bloody knuckles by that berk's teeth.
As I said, haven't had much of note since but it does surprise me quite often just how willing young kids and teens these days are to get up in the face of a random grown man in the street. It's a mindset that I just don't understand.
Went to a pub with our fake IDs, didn't get let in as the bouncers were feeling like douches that evening, so went to a local club instead. Atmosphere there was cack, so we decided to head round St. Annes Cathedral area, have a toke, then head home.
Unfortunately, on the way there we passed a gang of 4 jumped-up lads and two girls (there were three of us), glue-bagged out of their heads. They started asking for money to use the payphone -- told them we didn't have any change, to which the response was one of them yelping "Here, he's got notes!".
"Here we go", I sighed.
Anyway, I kept walking, but my mates allowed themselves to be stopped further behind so after an elongated act of one of them needing help to call a cab to get home, things got progressively more dark and ugly.
I used the "Derren Brown" method mentioned previously, and got into a distraction-based conversation with a couple of them, which was progressing quite amicably (to the point where one of them told the others to leave me out of it, as I was "dead on"). Unfortunately one of my less-than-manipulative friends was engaged with the ringleader, who promptly smacked him in the face, sending him to the ground.
Then he set about searching him, taking his cigarettes... and a knife he was carrying.
Said knife ended up at my throat while my wallet was emptied of cash. What the dumbasses didn't know, however, was that while I was busy yakking away and distracting them, I was using my fingertips to pull the notes out of my wallet and stuff them down into my boxers (while hoping they didn't just fall down and out my trouser leg!
). Still, I had a good £20-odd quid in pound coins in that wallet!Anyway, they tried to take my watch, as well, which I refused -- simply saying "Nah dude, that's my watch, and it's crap anyway". Also convinced them my necklace wasn't worth anything (was only worth about £50 anyway) and it all defused after they waved a few UVF tattoos in our faces etc. My other mate also got a punch in the face, almost breaking his glasses.
Once they were done, we were then told that we had 10 seconds to run, and then they were coming after us with the knife. Told them to wise up, and then as we walked away another friend we knew who lived nearby appeared, wakling some other friends home from a house party. As soon as they realised we knew them, they slinked away. Saw them later down the road, running along hooting and hollering. Got in touch with the police, but apparently despite them running right through Belfast City Center at gone 11.30pm, they weren't caught on any CCTV.
Pretty confident that had push come to shove and my friend not gone down so quickly with a single punch (admittedly, it was a sucker punch), we could have easily taken the group of them without much issue -- but it's a prime example of why people shouldn't be carrying weapons. Once your attacker takes that from you, the empowerment it gives them is magnified, and the danger increases significantly. Guess we were lucky that they didn't find the stash of weed he had on him, as they'd been accusing us of being drug dealers on "their turf" yadda yadda. Again, obviously just a reason to act like a thug but if they had found some twisted vindication in that... who knows.
Took a taxi home, made a coke-can pipe and had at it while trying to keep my friend awake in case he was concussed. Wasn't a pleasant evening, let me tell you. If only my mates been more concerned with getting drunk than whether the music was any good!
Since then, nope, never been mugged. Been intimidated and threatened in the street by scrotes, but never let anything progress beyond that. Actually, a couple of years after the mugging incident, I popped out from a bar alone to go get cigarettes while my mate (not one of the ones mentioned above) stayed behind. On the way to the garage, and pretty tipsy, I came into the path of two tracksuited teenage scrotes who immediately focused on me and started their incoming swagger. Dark street, basically a cut-through to the petrol station with little light and public coverage. Knew immediately what they were up to as they approached in front of me, close together and blocking my path.
"Alright maaaaaate!", the first one entered his diatribe with that taunting aggression, spreading him arms wide to stop me walking round. He got lamped right in the mouth without a word, and went to the floor. The second one was stunned and he got what felt like a perfectly landed steel toe workboot to the balls. No idea if he went to the floor too as I turned and legged it back to the pub.
Had to spend a ridiculous amount of money for cigs from the machine instead. Sixteen cigarettes for more than a twenty deck??!? That was the biggest travesty, besides the skin taken off my bloody knuckles by that berk's teeth.
As I said, haven't had much of note since but it does surprise me quite often just how willing young kids and teens these days are to get up in the face of a random grown man in the street. It's a mindset that I just don't understand.
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I don't think so, I did have some pimp try to slap me round the face though in the middle of Amsterdam, he was trying to sell me something dodgy, and try and make me buy sex from his not so good looking female down the red light district
I swear I was going to get robbed
I swear I was going to get robbed
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I had someone pull a gun on me, made a run for it, bullets flying left and right, flower pots smashing around me. Got behind some cover, barrels if I recall correctly, not knowing what to do. I heard him reloading, jumped out, caught him by surprise. Planted the bomb, terrorists win, server changed map.
Sounds like you did well... Surely your friend shouldn't have been carrying a knife though... especially if he's the sort of person to get knocked out.
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Anybody who drives has been robbed by the government everyday !
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Indeed. Thought it made him somewhat of a hard man. In his little fantasy world, he could take it out and wave it and they'd all just run away.
It's a pity that real life is quite different. Just stick with your fists, or your feet.
yeah its like making constant references to smoking some weed...
This thread and the horrible stories within is one of the main reasons I had to get the hell out of the UK. Where I live now, people are ****-scared of the police... not in terms of brutality, but because the police here don't mess around and you feel the full force of the law for anything you do. If you do something bad, there is a real repercussion.
As a result you rarely, if ever, see any trouble. No-one would dare to mug someone in any remotely public place because if you are caught, you are genuinely in the poohouse. Even fights are rare as hell, rarely get past the posturing stage, and if they do are usually swiftly over.
I was started on in the UK a few times and got in a few scrapes (usually for no reason) and it really made me a little nervous sometimes especially when on nights out, or if I was walking back home drunk. There is just no fear or respect of the police or the law in the UK, it's like a constant air of aggression when you go out, and I just couldn't live somewhere like that.
As a result you rarely, if ever, see any trouble. No-one would dare to mug someone in any remotely public place because if you are caught, you are genuinely in the poohouse. Even fights are rare as hell, rarely get past the posturing stage, and if they do are usually swiftly over.
I was started on in the UK a few times and got in a few scrapes (usually for no reason) and it really made me a little nervous sometimes especially when on nights out, or if I was walking back home drunk. There is just no fear or respect of the police or the law in the UK, it's like a constant air of aggression when you go out, and I just couldn't live somewhere like that.
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Story my Dad told me. 1965
Whislt stationed in Singapore, my father and his chum (who was the garrison boxing champion) was confronted with a local chap with a large sword.
My fathers mate hit this chap to the side of the head and he went down only to fall throat first onto the blade.
The would be mugger blead to death in front of them, of course they did try and help after a while (snigger)
They had two bottles of beer to drink and did not want them to get cold.
My dad was the garrisons NCO and he just let the mp's know where the body was.
Whislt stationed in Singapore, my father and his chum (who was the garrison boxing champion) was confronted with a local chap with a large sword.
My fathers mate hit this chap to the side of the head and he went down only to fall throat first onto the blade.
The would be mugger blead to death in front of them, of course they did try and help after a while (snigger)
They had two bottles of beer to drink and did not want them to get cold.
My dad was the garrisons NCO and he just let the mp's know where the body was.
I've been mugged. It was actually a painless experience.
I had just graduated secondary school and went solo travelling in France for two weeks. First night in Paris I got really drunk with some Americans and couldn't find my way back to the hostel (no smartphones with gps back then). The hostel shut at 2AM (there was a sign on the reception saying "if you aren't back by then you have to sleep under the bridge with the bums") so I found a doorway and settled down for a kip. I woke up to four figures lifting me up and putting my hands up against the wall (imagine a police search) while one person emptied all my pockets on each side and chucked it in the corner. I actually thought it was the police in my drunken haze, but they kept asking me "as tu de ****" and since I didn't have any weed I replied in the negative. Anyway, they took 20 euros and an ancient Nokia that I was going to bin after the trip anyway, left my passport and didn't hurt me, so I considered it a pretty good deal. Apparently they do this to minimise reporting and keep police pressure low.
I had just graduated secondary school and went solo travelling in France for two weeks. First night in Paris I got really drunk with some Americans and couldn't find my way back to the hostel (no smartphones with gps back then). The hostel shut at 2AM (there was a sign on the reception saying "if you aren't back by then you have to sleep under the bridge with the bums") so I found a doorway and settled down for a kip. I woke up to four figures lifting me up and putting my hands up against the wall (imagine a police search) while one person emptied all my pockets on each side and chucked it in the corner. I actually thought it was the police in my drunken haze, but they kept asking me "as tu de ****" and since I didn't have any weed I replied in the negative. Anyway, they took 20 euros and an ancient Nokia that I was going to bin after the trip anyway, left my passport and didn't hurt me, so I considered it a pretty good deal. Apparently they do this to minimise reporting and keep police pressure low.