Threatened by a scally.
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matchmaker said:
Many years ago a mate of mine was walking home late at night through East Kilbride when a bunch of neds (Scottish version of scally) tried hassling him for money. He was a pretty peaceable soul and tried to avoid controntation, but they carried on and eventually it looked like they were going to get physical.
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He was on his way home from the shooting range.
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They soon left the scene - rapidly...
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He was on his way home from the shooting range.
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They soon left the scene - rapidly...
J3PTF said:
Hand over 60p as requeste.
Phone police.
Report mugging.
Job done
Or phone police or even pretend to phone police say your in sainsburys and there is a thug threatening customers. He will be out if there and running down the street before the call is connected. Phone police.
Report mugging.
Job done
We had radios to the police when I owned a pub and had yobs mouthing off all the time. The slightest suggestion your going to call it in and they back off and leave.
matchmaker said:
Many years ago a mate of mine was walking home late at night through East Kilbride when a bunch of neds (Scottish version of scally) tried hassling him for money. He was a pretty peaceable soul and tried to avoid controntation, but they carried on and eventually it looked like they were going to get physical.
He was on his way home from the shooting range.
They soon left the scene - rapidly...
I know that area well, which range was it?He was on his way home from the shooting range.
They soon left the scene - rapidly...
http://www.yell.com/ucs/UcsSearchAction.do?keyword...
It sounds like he was testing the water to see what he might get away with.
I would always report this sort of thing to the cops, if it's non-emergency then via 101. Let them be the judge as to its significance. Intel is often composed from many seemingly unrelated strands of information which, on their own seem to be completely insignificant but which combined together build a picture of an offender. It's a bit like weaving a spider's web in the background - one day the individual concerned may very well cross the line and blunder into more than he bargained for. Your information may also contribute intel which may then in turn guide the cops as to what/who to look out for and where to look.
You shouldn't have to put up with it. That's why the above is so important.
I would always report this sort of thing to the cops, if it's non-emergency then via 101. Let them be the judge as to its significance. Intel is often composed from many seemingly unrelated strands of information which, on their own seem to be completely insignificant but which combined together build a picture of an offender. It's a bit like weaving a spider's web in the background - one day the individual concerned may very well cross the line and blunder into more than he bargained for. Your information may also contribute intel which may then in turn guide the cops as to what/who to look out for and where to look.
You shouldn't have to put up with it. That's why the above is so important.
Edited by Krupp Stahl on Thursday 29th January 16:38
What I would have loved to have done in that situation:
Me: Hey mate, no worries, I'll buy the newspaper for you.
Proceed to buy said newspaper, set fire to it and shove it down his jacket.
What I probably would have done in reality (as I am a wuss)
Told the security staff to deal with him.
Most supermarkets have them these days, will give them something to do...
Me: Hey mate, no worries, I'll buy the newspaper for you.
Proceed to buy said newspaper, set fire to it and shove it down his jacket.
What I probably would have done in reality (as I am a wuss)
Told the security staff to deal with him.
Most supermarkets have them these days, will give them something to do...
chonok said:
What I would have loved to have done in that situation:
Me: Hey mate, no worries, I'll buy the newspaper for you.
Proceed to buy said newspaper, set fire to it and shove it down his jacket.
What I probably would have done in reality (as I am a wuss)
Told the security staff to deal with him.
Most supermarkets have them these days, will give them something to do...
All the 'security' I see in the supermarkets are >20stone heart attacks waiting to happen.Me: Hey mate, no worries, I'll buy the newspaper for you.
Proceed to buy said newspaper, set fire to it and shove it down his jacket.
What I probably would have done in reality (as I am a wuss)
Told the security staff to deal with him.
Most supermarkets have them these days, will give them something to do...
Better luck pointing an old granny at the chav.
You did well OP, just shrug it off and walk home, unless you enjoy fighting and violence ignore it
I thought I was away from the chavs and scallys where I live, quiet village full of pensioners, II was out walking dogs .
Anyway was walking the dogs , when one decides to do the biggest poo ever , he was squatting for bloody ages whilst Im waiting for him, not in the best of moods after a st day at work.
Just as I'm managing to bag it up a car pulls up alongside, I turn, they scream something and pelt me with eggs. Fortunately they all miss, god knows how the blind cn*ts did as they were a metre away, but a few hit my dogs. They then pull away quite slowly, I look and try and memorise the plate.
They then turn left, I know there are traffic lights down there that always stay on red for bloody ages, that's it something snapped inside. I grab the dogs and we sprint round the road after them in hot pursuit.
I get round the corner and sure enough they are sat at the lights, no other cars about, they are sat there with the passenger window open. I run up to the car and they sit there, I'm thinking they must have seen me and are waiting to egg me again, I didn't give a fck though as I had the biggest bag of poo in my hand Ive ever had the pleasure of carrying.
So I walk up to the passenger window and turn in, they don't even notice, they are all sat looking forward pishing themselves with laughter over their latest egging. I then screamed out some kind advice, that featured the C word lots, the look on their face was priceless. As I was shouting I stepped back and lobbed the bag of poo as hard as I could straight at the drivers face/chest.
I didn't get to see if it split, I'm hoping it did, I quickly retreated and they drove through the Red light after stalling it. The petrified look on their faces of a nutter screaming at them and chucking poo was enough for me.
The packed out chippie opposite gave me some funny looks after, especially as they didn't see the build up!
I thought I was away from the chavs and scallys where I live, quiet village full of pensioners, II was out walking dogs .
Anyway was walking the dogs , when one decides to do the biggest poo ever , he was squatting for bloody ages whilst Im waiting for him, not in the best of moods after a st day at work.
Just as I'm managing to bag it up a car pulls up alongside, I turn, they scream something and pelt me with eggs. Fortunately they all miss, god knows how the blind cn*ts did as they were a metre away, but a few hit my dogs. They then pull away quite slowly, I look and try and memorise the plate.
They then turn left, I know there are traffic lights down there that always stay on red for bloody ages, that's it something snapped inside. I grab the dogs and we sprint round the road after them in hot pursuit.
I get round the corner and sure enough they are sat at the lights, no other cars about, they are sat there with the passenger window open. I run up to the car and they sit there, I'm thinking they must have seen me and are waiting to egg me again, I didn't give a fck though as I had the biggest bag of poo in my hand Ive ever had the pleasure of carrying.
So I walk up to the passenger window and turn in, they don't even notice, they are all sat looking forward pishing themselves with laughter over their latest egging. I then screamed out some kind advice, that featured the C word lots, the look on their face was priceless. As I was shouting I stepped back and lobbed the bag of poo as hard as I could straight at the drivers face/chest.
I didn't get to see if it split, I'm hoping it did, I quickly retreated and they drove through the Red light after stalling it. The petrified look on their faces of a nutter screaming at them and chucking poo was enough for me.
The packed out chippie opposite gave me some funny looks after, especially as they didn't see the build up!
Duke Thrust said:
matchmaker said:
Many years ago a mate of mine was walking home late at night through East Kilbride when a bunch of neds (Scottish version of scally) tried hassling him for money. He was a pretty peaceable soul and tried to avoid controntation, but they carried on and eventually it looked like they were going to get physical.
He was on his way home from the shooting range.
They soon left the scene - rapidly...
I know that area well, which range was it?He was on his way home from the shooting range.
They soon left the scene - rapidly...
http://www.yell.com/ucs/UcsSearchAction.do?keyword...
All pre Dunblane, of course.
blindswelledrat said:
matchmaker said:
Many years ago a mate of mine was walking home late at night through East Kilbride when a bunch of neds (Scottish version of scally) tried hassling him for money. He was a pretty peaceable soul and tried to avoid controntation, but they carried on and eventually it looked like they were going to get physical.
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He was on his way home from the shooting range.
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They soon left the scene - rapidly...
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He was on his way home from the shooting range.
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They soon left the scene - rapidly...
I love the idea of lobbing poo.
OP - you should of knocked the tt out and then proceeded to st on his chest. And then piss on his face. And then chop his nob off.
That'll teach him.
I do wonder why some people, such as the fker the OP had the unfortunate luck of meeting, are so -like. Why can't they just be nice?
OP - you should of knocked the tt out and then proceeded to st on his chest. And then piss on his face. And then chop his nob off.
That'll teach him.
I do wonder why some people, such as the fker the OP had the unfortunate luck of meeting, are so -like. Why can't they just be nice?
TwistingMyMelon said:
You did well OP, just shrug it off and walk home, unless you enjoy fighting and violence ignore it
I thought I was away from the chavs and scallys where I live, quiet village full of pensioners, II was out walking dogs .
Anyway was walking the dogs , when one decides to do the biggest poo ever , he was squatting for bloody ages whilst Im waiting for him, not in the best of moods after a st day at work.
Just as I'm managing to bag it up a car pulls up alongside, I turn, they scream something and pelt me with eggs. Fortunately they all miss, god knows how the blind cn*ts did as they were a metre away, but a few hit my dogs. They then pull away quite slowly, I look and try and memorise the plate.
They then turn left, I know there are traffic lights down there that always stay on red for bloody ages, that's it something snapped inside. I grab the dogs and we sprint round the road after them in hot pursuit.
I get round the corner and sure enough they are sat at the lights, no other cars about, they are sat there with the passenger window open. I run up to the car and they sit there, I'm thinking they must have seen me and are waiting to egg me again, I didn't give a fck though as I had the biggest bag of poo in my hand Ive ever had the pleasure of carrying.
So I walk up to the passenger window and turn in, they don't even notice, they are all sat looking forward pishing themselves with laughter over their latest egging. I then screamed out some kind advice, that featured the C word lots, the look on their face was priceless. As I was shouting I stepped back and lobbed the bag of poo as hard as I could straight at the drivers face/chest.
I didn't get to see if it split, I'm hoping it did, I quickly retreated and they drove through the Red light after stalling it. The petrified look on their faces of a nutter screaming at them and chucking poo was enough for me.
The packed out chippie opposite gave me some funny looks after, especially as they didn't see the build up!
Reminds me of Le Mans a few years back. Was returning to the campsite from the hospital with a friend stretched across the back seat with a broken leg (long story). I was in quite a nice E39 M5. Anyway, a couple of knobbers in fluorescent tabards were stopping people on the way in. I stupidly lowered the window only to get the inside of the car, me and everyone else heavily supersoaked with God knows what. I walked back 10 minutes later with half a pint of warm piss in one hand and a claw hammer in the other and gave the sprayer the option of a soaking or a malleting. He was a typical scrawny bag of scouse ste, just the type who infest Le Mans now and he decided to take the warm piss. I thought I was away from the chavs and scallys where I live, quiet village full of pensioners, II was out walking dogs .
Anyway was walking the dogs , when one decides to do the biggest poo ever , he was squatting for bloody ages whilst Im waiting for him, not in the best of moods after a st day at work.
Just as I'm managing to bag it up a car pulls up alongside, I turn, they scream something and pelt me with eggs. Fortunately they all miss, god knows how the blind cn*ts did as they were a metre away, but a few hit my dogs. They then pull away quite slowly, I look and try and memorise the plate.
They then turn left, I know there are traffic lights down there that always stay on red for bloody ages, that's it something snapped inside. I grab the dogs and we sprint round the road after them in hot pursuit.
I get round the corner and sure enough they are sat at the lights, no other cars about, they are sat there with the passenger window open. I run up to the car and they sit there, I'm thinking they must have seen me and are waiting to egg me again, I didn't give a fck though as I had the biggest bag of poo in my hand Ive ever had the pleasure of carrying.
So I walk up to the passenger window and turn in, they don't even notice, they are all sat looking forward pishing themselves with laughter over their latest egging. I then screamed out some kind advice, that featured the C word lots, the look on their face was priceless. As I was shouting I stepped back and lobbed the bag of poo as hard as I could straight at the drivers face/chest.
I didn't get to see if it split, I'm hoping it did, I quickly retreated and they drove through the Red light after stalling it. The petrified look on their faces of a nutter screaming at them and chucking poo was enough for me.
The packed out chippie opposite gave me some funny looks after, especially as they didn't see the build up!
Cool story bad ass etc and true.
This made me think of an old thread http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
Whatever happened to Flashman?
Whatever happened to Flashman?
What you have to remember is that single cell vermin like kind described by the OP will at some point pick on the wrong person and hopefully will have the seven shades of sh!t kicked out of them. OP you just have to hope that he dies a very long, slow and painful death hopefully before he breeds with a female version of himself, although sh!t like him (similar to rats) start shagging from an early age. I think we need a bit of a cull.
The whole Chav culture and their penchant for abusing or harassing ordinary law-abiding citizens is easily in my top 10 most hated things.
They are the scum of the earth and I would happily have every single one of them lined up and shot. They just make life an absolute misery for others who simply want nothing to do with them.
They are the scum of the earth and I would happily have every single one of them lined up and shot. They just make life an absolute misery for others who simply want nothing to do with them.
Sadly, because we chose to walk away, it just gives the chavvy more power.
I used to ignore stuff like that, but not anymore, if he had spoken to me like that he would off been told to 'f*ck off'.
If he had of wanted a fight, he would of got one.
I'm not ex sas, a boxer or fighter or a hard man, just fed up with people talking to me like sh*t.
I used to ignore stuff like that, but not anymore, if he had spoken to me like that he would off been told to 'f*ck off'.
If he had of wanted a fight, he would of got one.
I'm not ex sas, a boxer or fighter or a hard man, just fed up with people talking to me like sh*t.
Remembered this from 2003 that I put on Scoobynet
Just coming out of the local Newsagents minding my own, walking along carrying the evenings dinner (Tescos was closed !) and this Corsa stops and the driver winds his window down, there were 4 teenagers in the car, 2 male (just) and two females. Matey in the drivers seat goes to me,
"Excuse me mate"
I go "Yes" (eager to help with directions as thats the kind of guy I am), then again I was expecting bother but he was so fresh faced and pathetic looking I didnt feel threatened at all.
The he goes, "Are you a, er whats the word......" Dramatic Pause
"fking GIMP"
He then waits for a reaction, so I ask him if he would care to step out of the car and repeat his question, he says no and I see him fumbling to get it in gear and also trying to gather phelgm in his mouth as he made a couple of 'hocking noises'
having spent years as a kid on school buses I knew what was coming so I pre empted it by letting him have it with the contents of my mouth, I had greedily troffed half a bag of KP Peanuts on the way out of the Newsagents and by now they were fairly well chewed, he got the lot full in the mush, he couldnt quite comprehend what had hit him, as it wasnt what he expected, he will be finding bits of nuts in his hair for hours !
He then just dumped the clutch and squealed off but not before telling me that I was a C*nt, that I may be but I am not the one covered in Peanut Butter.
Just coming out of the local Newsagents minding my own, walking along carrying the evenings dinner (Tescos was closed !) and this Corsa stops and the driver winds his window down, there were 4 teenagers in the car, 2 male (just) and two females. Matey in the drivers seat goes to me,
"Excuse me mate"
I go "Yes" (eager to help with directions as thats the kind of guy I am), then again I was expecting bother but he was so fresh faced and pathetic looking I didnt feel threatened at all.
The he goes, "Are you a, er whats the word......" Dramatic Pause
"fking GIMP"
He then waits for a reaction, so I ask him if he would care to step out of the car and repeat his question, he says no and I see him fumbling to get it in gear and also trying to gather phelgm in his mouth as he made a couple of 'hocking noises'
having spent years as a kid on school buses I knew what was coming so I pre empted it by letting him have it with the contents of my mouth, I had greedily troffed half a bag of KP Peanuts on the way out of the Newsagents and by now they were fairly well chewed, he got the lot full in the mush, he couldnt quite comprehend what had hit him, as it wasnt what he expected, he will be finding bits of nuts in his hair for hours !
He then just dumped the clutch and squealed off but not before telling me that I was a C*nt, that I may be but I am not the one covered in Peanut Butter.
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