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So I started last Saturday by enjoying a nice picnic with the family at the park. I finished the day in a police cell waiting to be charged with assault.
It all started on our way back to the car. We were waiting to cross the road and a car stopped to let us cross. The driver behind him was unhappy with this and vented his rage on the horn. After we crossed the road, I turned to the second car and informed the driver that he is a 'masterbator'. The driver then swerved his car across the road and went to get out, most likely to vent his rage at me in front of my family. I walked up to his car and held the door closed, informing the driver that he did not want to do this and should drive away now.
After some shoving (he was too puny to get the door open) he took a swipe at my face, ripping my sunglasses from my head and breaking them in the process. I retaliated by punching him through the open window - Bam! Right on the nose. This incident had moved to a new level and I knew there was no way to avoid a confrontation. I then stepped back and told my wife (who was shielding the kids) to phone the police.
The driver ran at me so I tackled him to the ground. We scuffled for a bit and I gave him a good wack on the side of the head and got a couple of fingers in his eye. He too knocked me about and managed to cut my ear and the inside of my cheeks. My wife recalled later that while I was banging his head against the road, he was asking if I'd had enough yet...
After a short while we disentangled ourselves and I took the phone from my wife and began talking to the police controller. The driver also grabbed his phone and made a call. He stood near me and kept spitting blood on me. After I was done with the police I helped my wife get the kids to the car. The driver decided to follow us and my wife told him to back off. He began wailing about what I had done to him - it was really pathetic. She pointed out that he's like a little boy who doesn't wipe his tears away so you can see he's crying.
The police eventually turned up and took our statements. I was asked if I wanted to press charges. I said I was willing to let this go if he was. Shortly after the officer who was interviewing the driver walked over to me and informed me that I was being arrested on grounds of assault. He slapped some cuffs on me and I was bundled into a paddy wagon. I chose to make no further statement but I was surprised to later learn that the driver had been allowed to return home.
I arrived at the police station and was booked in. I got my photo taken, prints done and a DNA swab. They also swabbed the blood the driver had spat on me and took my t-shirt which was also bloodied. Those were to prove I was at the scene of the incident. I was then taken to a cell to await a recorded interview. I asked the Sergeant who doing the paperwork in to inform my wife of where I was being held (as is my right) and I declined a solicitor. They wouldn't have had any useful advise and I was pretty sure I'd get a caution given the circumstances.
The waiting was the worst. I'd already been in the police station for 90 minutes before they finally got the booking done (they couldn't find DNA kits or a spare t-shirt). When I was taken to a cell, I was told I'd be seen to within the hour. Five hours later I finally got my interview. The officer interviewing me was surprised to hear my story varied greatly from the statement they'd been given. It turns out the driver had claimed I called him a 'masterbator', then walked up to his car and hit him through the window without provication. I was asked if I wanted to take this further and I declined. I had had enough and just wanted to get home. I had also spotted the drivers details on the back of his statement and knew I could get my own back if I wanted.
After the interview I waited to see a governor who gave me the caution. Both he and the interviewing officer could see that this was a stupid affair and that I had been hard done by. The interviewing officer informed me that they would be warning the driver about his actions and that he should take it easy in future. I was then released and sent on my merry way.
My wife was very forgiving when I got home. She had been quite worried about what was going to happen to me. The arresting officer had visited our house shortly after I was put in the cell to take a statement from my wife. He told her I'd admitted all fault and was accepting the charges against me. She knew that I wouldn't do anything to incriminate myself without good cause and declined to give a statement. The kids had been pretty upset by the whole affair but they were happy when I said the police had told the naughty man off and that daddy wasn't hurt by him, in fact I was laughing about it.
In reflection, I really should have ignored this jerk when he was on the horn. After he pulled over, I shouldn't have approached him and only smacked him in self defence. In future I'm keeping my head down - I should really count myself lucky he wasn't carrying a knife.
I did pay a visit to his house late on Sunday, just to confirm I had the right address. It's a quite back street and his car (53 reg Audi A4) is parked right outside. If I fancy I could splash some glossy paint over his car or just fill the exhaust with poly filler. Another option is to stuff some dog crap through the letter box or leave a treat under the car door handles. I'm going to wait a few weeks before I choose what to do - just to let my blood cool down and not make any more stupid mistakes.
It all started on our way back to the car. We were waiting to cross the road and a car stopped to let us cross. The driver behind him was unhappy with this and vented his rage on the horn. After we crossed the road, I turned to the second car and informed the driver that he is a 'masterbator'. The driver then swerved his car across the road and went to get out, most likely to vent his rage at me in front of my family. I walked up to his car and held the door closed, informing the driver that he did not want to do this and should drive away now.
After some shoving (he was too puny to get the door open) he took a swipe at my face, ripping my sunglasses from my head and breaking them in the process. I retaliated by punching him through the open window - Bam! Right on the nose. This incident had moved to a new level and I knew there was no way to avoid a confrontation. I then stepped back and told my wife (who was shielding the kids) to phone the police.
The driver ran at me so I tackled him to the ground. We scuffled for a bit and I gave him a good wack on the side of the head and got a couple of fingers in his eye. He too knocked me about and managed to cut my ear and the inside of my cheeks. My wife recalled later that while I was banging his head against the road, he was asking if I'd had enough yet...
After a short while we disentangled ourselves and I took the phone from my wife and began talking to the police controller. The driver also grabbed his phone and made a call. He stood near me and kept spitting blood on me. After I was done with the police I helped my wife get the kids to the car. The driver decided to follow us and my wife told him to back off. He began wailing about what I had done to him - it was really pathetic. She pointed out that he's like a little boy who doesn't wipe his tears away so you can see he's crying.
The police eventually turned up and took our statements. I was asked if I wanted to press charges. I said I was willing to let this go if he was. Shortly after the officer who was interviewing the driver walked over to me and informed me that I was being arrested on grounds of assault. He slapped some cuffs on me and I was bundled into a paddy wagon. I chose to make no further statement but I was surprised to later learn that the driver had been allowed to return home.
I arrived at the police station and was booked in. I got my photo taken, prints done and a DNA swab. They also swabbed the blood the driver had spat on me and took my t-shirt which was also bloodied. Those were to prove I was at the scene of the incident. I was then taken to a cell to await a recorded interview. I asked the Sergeant who doing the paperwork in to inform my wife of where I was being held (as is my right) and I declined a solicitor. They wouldn't have had any useful advise and I was pretty sure I'd get a caution given the circumstances.
The waiting was the worst. I'd already been in the police station for 90 minutes before they finally got the booking done (they couldn't find DNA kits or a spare t-shirt). When I was taken to a cell, I was told I'd be seen to within the hour. Five hours later I finally got my interview. The officer interviewing me was surprised to hear my story varied greatly from the statement they'd been given. It turns out the driver had claimed I called him a 'masterbator', then walked up to his car and hit him through the window without provication. I was asked if I wanted to take this further and I declined. I had had enough and just wanted to get home. I had also spotted the drivers details on the back of his statement and knew I could get my own back if I wanted.
After the interview I waited to see a governor who gave me the caution. Both he and the interviewing officer could see that this was a stupid affair and that I had been hard done by. The interviewing officer informed me that they would be warning the driver about his actions and that he should take it easy in future. I was then released and sent on my merry way.
My wife was very forgiving when I got home. She had been quite worried about what was going to happen to me. The arresting officer had visited our house shortly after I was put in the cell to take a statement from my wife. He told her I'd admitted all fault and was accepting the charges against me. She knew that I wouldn't do anything to incriminate myself without good cause and declined to give a statement. The kids had been pretty upset by the whole affair but they were happy when I said the police had told the naughty man off and that daddy wasn't hurt by him, in fact I was laughing about it.
In reflection, I really should have ignored this jerk when he was on the horn. After he pulled over, I shouldn't have approached him and only smacked him in self defence. In future I'm keeping my head down - I should really count myself lucky he wasn't carrying a knife.
I did pay a visit to his house late on Sunday, just to confirm I had the right address. It's a quite back street and his car (53 reg Audi A4) is parked right outside. If I fancy I could splash some glossy paint over his car or just fill the exhaust with poly filler. Another option is to stuff some dog crap through the letter box or leave a treat under the car door handles. I'm going to wait a few weeks before I choose what to do - just to let my blood cool down and not make any more stupid mistakes.
