Ever been mugged?

Hammer89

That thread about needle centres got me thinking.

I have been mugged, when I was 15. I'll never forget it. My friend and I skipped school and went into town one day. Ironically, we ended up learning a far more valuable lesson: never, under any circumstance, engage knackers in conversation.

Not only were we firmly on the Southside, what seemed a million miles from the types of unsavoury characters often found across the water, but we were only at the bottom of f*cking Grafton St. "Knackers don't venture over to this side," we thought. As it turns out, they do unfortunately. Well, they did this day for some reason.

We'll never know what brought them over the bridge. Perhaps they could smell our naivety from JD Sports on Henry St and, like the sharks they are, honed in on us until our posh-boy scent increased. They found us right near that cigar shop.

One of them pretended to know me: "James, isn't it?" he said. As soon as I answered, that was that. Goodnight Irene. His knacker hooks were in me, not that I knew this at the time. "No my name isn't James," I probably responded, with a big smile, because I'm quite a trusting fellow.

There was two of them. We said there was five when we shared the story with our other friends incase they asked us why we didn't fight them. Now, don't ask me how or why, because I don't know the answer to either, but we ended up being escorted to the shuttered doorway right beside the cigar shop, where I was specifically told that a refusal to co-operate (not their words, obviously) would result in my jaw being broken.

By that stage I was so scared that I would've given them my school uniform and walked back to Dun Laoghaire naked so long as they didn't punch me in the face. I'm not a model or anything - just posh and irrationally afraid of pain.

Thankfully, they just wanted my phone and about €30 in cash. I was particularly upset over the phone. It was a Sharp phone, one of the first ever camera phones I believe, and it had hundreds of excellent snaps on it - most of which were pictures of myself and the lads shaking our heads vigorously while having the photo taken, producing a hilarious image in the process.

And that was that. We were angry, so angry that we wanted to pursue them, but the likely event of catching up to them scared us again so we left it there. We were also going to go to the Garda station near D'olier St, but we basically thought skipping school was a criminal offence which carried a mandatory 10-year sentence so we left it.

endacl

I'd love to say 'yes, I bought Eircom shares', but I didn't. Pity I didn't think back then that I'd be missing a golden opportunity for a witty post.

aaronjumper

I have been the victim of an attempted mugging before.

Telling someone you don't have anything and then telling them to get out of your way when they don't believe you is not the right response, it would seem.

Never thankfully. I'd be absolutely terrified! Jeepers. I've no idea how I would react. Freeze probably. Very cowardly when it comes to such things.

Sir Osis of Liver.

No offence,but you sound so posh I'd be tempted to mug you too.

Sir Osis of Liver.

Sir Osis of Liver. wrote: »

No offence,but you sound so posh I'd be tempted to mug you too.

Me?? Or the OP?

Falthyron

I worked in an Xtravision and one night a young entrepreneur decided to enter the premises and relieve the store of its overwhelming wealth with the use of a gun. The gentleman was quite discreet in showing me the weapon before I willingly opened our till groaning under the pressure of notes and coins. He left the premises with a wholesome 70 euro.

Personally though, I have never been mugged.

c_meth

As a teenager I was waiting for a mate at the bottom of O connell st (Dublin). I was leaning against shutters of shop looking as cool as fu(k when 4 lads approached me and boxed me in.

The scary part is that they were so casual and calm as they threatened to batter seven shades of $hite out of me if I didn't give them all my money. Passers by were inches away but oblivious to the events.

I put my head down as if to reach into pocket and headbutted/ barged through guy directly in front. I was very proud of myself but I did have to change my trousers when I got home.

Turtyturd

Twice today you've stolen my time from me with your junior cert essay true life happenings OP, so yes I have.

There was also the time some teenage scumbag grabbed hold of me on the way home from the UCI when I was younger and said 'I'm not letting go of you till you give me your money.' I replied 'I'm not going to stop punching you until you let go of me.' He let go after a couple of punches.

P.S there's more junkies on Tara street and Westmoreland street than the rest of the city combined.

stefan.kuntz

endacl wrote: »

I'd love to say 'yes, I bought Eircom shares', but I didn't. Pity I didn't think back then that I'd be missing a golden opportunity for a witty post.

Prepare to be robbed by the left wing nut jobs if they get into gubermint.

You'll have lots of stories to tell the grandkids.

the groutch

Every year when I have to pay the property tax.

AnonoBoy

Never been mugged.

I do find it kinda silly though how southside boys think the Liffey somehow keeps unsavoury types at bay!

stefan.kuntz

Turtyturd wrote: »

Twice today you've stolen my time from me with your junior cert essay true life happenings OP, so yes I have.

Fool me one, shame on you ....

tomwaterford

Ya..have been


Surprised there isn't more who have/have been attempted mugged tbh


Particularly on nights out

Mr.Plough

Yeah it was about 3am in Smithfield and I was drunk walking home.

Fella stood in front of me, told me to give him my wallet. Told him to fúck off.

He decked me and next thing I know I was lying on the ground with one guy holding my head to the ground with his foot, while simultaneously holding a knife to my throat. Another fella then went through my pockets and took phone, wallet and smokes.

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1

I was mugged about 15 years ago. I was in my late 50s then and fit enough to get up and give chase until a passer by helped stop one of them. I got my wallet and watch back and told the creep we caught to make himself scarce. A young gurrier, far from brave when his mates abandoned him. I came across him some months later and he skulked away.

Hammer89

Amos Immense Textile wrote: »

I was mugged about 15 years ago. I was in my late 50s then and fit enough to get up and give chase until a passer by helped stop one of them. I got my wallet and watch back and told the creep we caught to make himself scarce. A young gurrier, far from brave when his mates abandoned him. I came across him some months later and he skulked away.

That's a bit strong a few digs would've sufficed.

wandatowell

A friend claims a junkie tried to mug him in Cork city years ago but my mate threw a punch and the fella dropped, knocked out cold.

I don't believe him but he swears by it.

Hammer89

Turtyturd wrote: »

Twice today you've stolen my time from me with your junior cert essay true life happenings OP, so yes I have.

Junior cert? Behave.

AnonoBoy wrote: »

Never been mugged.

I do find it kinda silly though how southside boys think the Liffey somehow keeps unsavoury types at bay!

We don't really though.

AnonoBoy

Hammer89 wrote: »

We don't really though.

You kinda did when you were young though.

PTH2009

Yeah by some prick (looked Roma to me) got my wallet and phone

Was drunk so didn't panic much but didn't fight back incase he had a knife or something. Could of been worse I blame myself for going up they street at that time of the night.

Reported it to the guards and never heard anything about it. Hope they guy who did it dies screaming

ItsShane

In about 2004, when I was 15, The Misfits were playing a gig in the then Temple Bar Music Centre.
I was walking by central bank with a friend of mine and before we knew it, 3 junkies had us cornered and began helping themselves to what was in our pockets. I had about €15 on me at the time and they took it. They left me with enough money to get a bus home. How very generous. Had this sort of fear in me whenever I went in to town by myself from then on for about a year.

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1

Hammer89 wrote: »

That's a bit strong a few digs would've sufficed.

Hilarious.

You asked a question. I gave a civil answer. And got a crude retort.

A gentleman, if ever there was one.

Hammer89

Amos Immense Textile wrote: »

Hilarious.

You asked a question. I gave a civil answer. And got a crude retort.

A gentleman, if ever there was one.

I am a gent actually. I gave a deprived Northsider a free phone and €30 when I was 15

Yup. In Chatelet when I lived in Paris. Pissed drunk at all hours when I got pinned against a wall by a group and had my wallet stolen. Had about a tenner in it at that hour. Then lost my phone on the metro going home and no one knew where I was. Pretty crap night to be honest.

LizT

Yep, a few weeks back while on holidays in Kenya. There was a group of 5 of us attacked, happened so fast I barely remember what happened. Do remember watching them running away with my handbag (phone, money, visa card inside, thankfully nothing else) and shouting "Please just give me back my phone"
Sat on the side of the road crying for about an hour after, was grand the next morning. Could have been way worse.
They found my bag with the visa card still in it, I had cancelled it straight away (kudos to the AIB helpline, I rang up and cried down the phone to them and they had it cancelled within minutes) but phone, money and make up gone.

Freakiest thing was getting back to the hotel and calming myself down, only for one of the girls who had stayed in that night to come in and say "Oh Liz, thank god you're back. Had an awful dream that you were being attacked" :eek:

KERSPLAT!

LizT wrote: »

Yep, a few weeks back while on holidays in Kenya. There was a group of 5 of us attacked, happened so fast I barely remember what happened. Do remember watching them running away with my handbag (phone, money, visa card inside, thankfully nothing else) and shouting "Please just give me back my phone"
Sat on the side of the road crying for about an hour after, was grand the next morning. Could have been way worse.
They found my bag with the visa card still in it, I had cancelled it straight away (kudos to the AIB helpline, I rang up and cried down the phone to them and they had it cancelled within minutes) but phone, money and make up gone.

Freakiest thing was getting back to the hotel and calming myself down, only for one of the girls who had stayed in that night to come in and say "Oh Liz, thank god you're back. Had an awful dream that you were being attacked" :eek:

Dream, sure :rolleyes: She hired them!!

osarusan

Yes, Grangegorman about 20 years ago. Got threatened with a syringe which they said had blood in it.

Handed over my wallet with about 30 punts in it. It had a callcard in it also. They put the empty wallet back on the ground exactly they mugged me some time later that day/the next day.

Hammer89

LizT wrote: »

Yep, a few weeks back while on holidays in Kenya. There was a group of 5 of us attacked, happened so fast I barely remember what happened. Do remember watching them running away with my handbag (phone, money, visa card inside, thankfully nothing else) and shouting "Please just give me back my phone"

Yep, they were Kenyans alright.

Ruu

Oh the Sharp GX10, good phone alright.

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

Nope but had three scary moments where I thought I might be.

1st time I was about 17 or 18, on Townsend street. There was nothing around, no shops, no businesses, and lots of flats. These two guys, tracksuit clad, strong accents came out of behind the flats, and approached me asking for smokes. I thought this is it now, that's me toast. I don't smoke. So I blurted out "no but I have chewing gum" wtf, completely stupid. Anyway they weren't even trying to mug me but I got such a fright.

2nd time, I was walking through that lane at Coppers that links harcourt st and Camden street, one Saturday evening I'm walking from Camden towards harcourt. There's 2 or 3 obviously junkies under the arch. As I walked towards them, one of them got up and was a bit uneasy, walking up and back. As I got closer, he started walking down towards me. Stupidly I had my phone out and planned on keeping my head down to walk passed them.

Next thing a group of really loud, probably tipsy guys rounded the corner from harcourt street so they were walking down towards me too. The junkie guy turned and walked back to where his friends were, and I scurried passed them onto the Main Street. To this day I think that if those lads hadn't had come around onto the lane when they did, I would have been relieved of my possessions. Never ever ever walked that way again.

3rd time. Was doing a makeup artistry course in Dublin so was staying overnight in that hotel on dame street. Got off the bus on college green and it was pissing rain. I had a little wheely case, in a pair of ridiculously high shoes I could barely walk in, and a massive handbag that kept falling off my shoulder. So, due to my ridiculous choice in footwear, I was struggling somewhat. With the bag, with trying to keep my hair dry so it wouldn't frizz up and leave me looking electrocuted, with the suitcase and with being really slow in the shoes.
I'm walking along, and you know when you can sense someone very close behind you? I turned around and this extremely odd looking old man was behind me. It was a quick glance to check and see if someone was there so didn't pay much attention. A couple of seconds passed by and he didn't pass me by so I glanced behind me again and he was practically up on top of me. I tried walk a little faster but I was really freaked out, so I stopped dead in my tracks, turned directly around and he practically walked straight into me. I put my hand up to push him back he was that close. At that stage he got very very flustered. He shouted "change, change! Have you got any change?" At me. I said no I don't, and with that he just flew out passed me, walked really fast ahead of me. Now, to my left a little bit further on there was like an arch/shelter where people were standing underneath waiting for a bus. I noticed the same man lurking right next to a girl of similar age also with a large handbag.

Rattser

Was stuck up with a syringe as a teenager walking through a badly lit church carpark. All I had on me was the old Nokia 3310 and some shrapnel.

So the dirtbirds took my new Air Max runners as well. I bought them from my birthday money.

razorblunt

I was pickpocketed in Paris once, my own fault, took money out of an ATM in a metro station and stuck the wallet in my trouser pocket not inside my coat, been working there for months so I was tired and complacent as it was only a 3 station ride.

Never felt a thing, the guy was a ninja!

LostBoy101

Don't you think we are being mugged every time by the taxman?

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

That's two posts from people being threathened with syringes. That's scary ****. I personally could not think of anything worse. Even thinking about that would be enough to break you out in a cold sweat.
At least with a gun the worst they can do is put you out of your misery but the thoughts of being injected with someone else's dirty blood, having a virus live in you forever absolutely sounds worse than anything else they could do.

A few years ago in London, about 5 o clock on a winter evening I took some small amount of cash out of an atm in a very busy area with people milling all around. Two huge guys got me on either side and cornered me into a doorway and demanded my cash and phone while showing me a knife. Both of them over 6 ft, and me under 5 ft. I guess they needed the knife for protection.

I remember their disgust when I produced my old, cheap, Nokia. They didn't even take it

I was shaking for days though, very frightening experience.

Rattser

LexieOnRale wrote: »

That's two posts from people being threathened with syringes. That's scary ****. I personally could not think of anything worse. Even thinking about that would be enough to break you out in a cold sweat.
At least with a gun the worst they can do is put you out of your misery but the thoughts of being injected with someone else's dirty blood, having a virus live in you forever absolutely sounds worse than anything else they could do.

I was full of bravado beforehand. Typical teen from Dublin - 'I'd batter anyone that tried to mug me'. But when that syringe was put up to me, all that went out the window. At best, you'd be looking at a horrendous three to six months wait for the tests to come back.

You only get one life. You can earn more money and buy a new phone or whatever. They're easily replaceable. You're not.

Lyaiera

I was walking to my mother's office after school when I was about fourteen and a youngish guy, maybe twenty or so came up and asked me for a pound. I said I had no money. He held a bottle out in front of me and said he'd smash it over my head if I didn't give him a pound. So I gave him a pound, which I guess I may have been lucky to have.

I was literally less than thirty seconds from my mother's office. When I got in I fell into a seat and was shaking and poured my guts out to her. She asked me did I want to call the police, but the thought of going through the whole experience to the guards wasn't something I wanted to do. Nor did I want to bother the police over a measly single pound.

I saw him a few years ago. He looked haggard, and broken, and close to death. Unless he got a lot of help I imagine he is dead now. He must have had a sad life, but I'll never forget what happened.

Magico Gonzalez

Once, very politely in Minneapolis in the mid 90s.

Hammer89

LexieOnRale wrote: »

1st time I was about 17 or 18, on Townsend street. There was nothing around, no shops, no businesses, and lots of flats. These two guys, tracksuit clad, strong accents came out of behind the flats, and approached me asking for smokes. I thought this is it now, that's me toast. I don't smoke. So I blurted out "no but I have chewing gum" wtf, completely stupid. Anyway they weren't even trying to mug me but I got such a fright.

I genuinely laughed out loud at this.

Candie wrote: »

A few years ago in London, about 5 o clock on a winter evening I took some small amount of cash out of an atm in a very busy area with people milling all around. Two huge guys got me on either side and cornered me into a doorway and demanded my cash and phone while showing me a knife. Both of them over 6 ft, and me under 5 ft. I guess they needed the knife for protection.

This makes me want to give you a massive hug. It sounds terrifying.

Sir Osis of Liver.

Lyaiera wrote: »

I saw him a few years ago. He looked haggard, and broken, and close to death. Unless he got a lot of help I imagine he is dead now. He must have had a sad life, but I'll never forget what happened.

Did you ask him for your pound back?

flas

Hammer89 wrote: »

That thread about needle centres got me thinking.

I have been mugged, when I was 15. I'll never forget it. My friend and I skipped school and went into town one day. Ironically, we ended up learning a far more valuable lesson: never, under any circumstance, engage knackers in conversation.

Not only were we firmly on the Southside, what seemed a million miles from the types of unsavoury characters often found across the water, but we were only at the bottom of f*cking Grafton St. "Knackers don't venture over to this side," we thought. As it turns out, they do unfortunately. Well, they did this day for some reason.

We'll never know what brought them over the bridge. Perhaps they could smell our naivety from JD Sports on Henry St and, like the sharks they are, honed in on us until our posh-boy scent increased. They found us right near that cigar shop.

One of them pretended to know me: "James, isn't it?" he said. As soon as I answered, that was that. Goodnight Irene. His knacker hooks were in me, not that I knew this at the time. "No my name isn't James," I probably responded, with a big smile, because I'm quite a trusting fellow.

There was two of them. We said there was five when we shared the story with our other friends incase they asked us why we didn't fight them. Now, don't ask me how or why, because I don't know the answer to either, but we ended up being escorted to the shuttered doorway right beside the cigar shop, where I was specifically told that a refusal to co-operate (not their words, obviously) would result in my jaw being broken.

By that stage I was so scared that I would've given them my school uniform and walked back to Dun Laoghaire naked so long as they didn't punch me in the face. I'm not a model or anything - just posh and irrationally afraid of pain.

Thankfully, they just wanted my phone and about €30 in cash. I was particularly upset over the phone. It was a Sharp phone, one of the first ever camera phones I believe, and it had hundreds of excellent snaps on it - most of which were pictures of myself and the lads shaking our heads vigorously while having the photo taken, producing a hilarious image in the process.

And that was that. We were angry, so angry that we wanted to pursue them, but the likely event of catching up to them scared us again so we left it there. We were also going to go to the Garda station near D'olier St, but we basically thought skipping school was a criminal offence which carried a mandatory 10-year sentence so we left it.

Dolphins barn,crumlin/drimnagh,rialto,Fatima,Pearse street,tallaght,ballyfermot,inchicore... All on the Southside...

Strumms

A particularly scary one at the time.. I was about 15 and walking through the Ilac center in town... I went in the Moore st entrance and had planned to exit the one almost opposite M&S on Henry St. as I turned right towards where that big lift is two people came up beside me one a bloke, not too tall pale looking dude with a wispy tash and an English accent and a small fat bird in a tracksuit... he told me that he had a syringe full of blood in his right hand up his sleeve which was hidden the hand that is and that he had aids and unless I gave him all my money (days before we all had mobiles) he would stick me with it and I wasn't to run shout or move suddenly just to walk.... he was very full on and under normal circumstances I would have done what my parents told me to do given I was so afraid and some but I actually only had my bus fare home which I offered to him... he wouldn't believe me and this lasted all the way down until it got close enough to the exit and you could see the security guard they just walked off to the side and exited briskly.. I was in total shock and stood there frightened and not knowing what to do... until about 2 minutes elapsed and I just had this sense of red mist descend all over me and the fear evaporated and despite being 15 and despite what happened and how afraid I was only seconds before I went out of there with the purpose of finding said scum****ers and inflicting some damage... never came across them which was probably for the best... I never for whatever reason told my parents or indeed the Guards about it.. why I dunno... but for a couple of weeks I wouldnt go back into town... nasty experience at the time...

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

Lyaiera wrote: »

I was walking to my mother's office after school when I was about fourteen and a youngish guy, maybe twenty or so came up and asked me for a pound. I said I had no money. He held a bottle out in front of me and said he'd smash it over my head if I didn't give him a pound. So I gave him a pound, which I guess I may have been lucky to have.

I was literally less than thirty seconds from my mother's office. When I got in I fell into a seat and was shaking and poured my guts out to her. She asked me did I want to call the police, but the thought of going through the whole experience to the guards wasn't something I wanted to do. Nor did I want to bother the police over a measly single pound.

I saw him a few years ago. He looked haggard, and broken, and close to death. Unless he got a lot of help I imagine he is dead now. He must have had a sad life, but I'll never forget what happened.

Reminds me of my brother getting mugged. He was about 9, maybe 10. Him and my dad were at mass one Sunday morning and my brother was after saving up all his pocket money to buy a cool new helmet for hurling. So, with a pocket full of money and a short attention span, he walked out of mass to go to the shop next to the church for sweets to eat in mass.

Either on his way to the shop, or on his way back he was stopped by this guy (later found out he wasn't long out of prison and was on heroin) in the church grounds, and he made my brother empty his pockets. He took my brothers money from him, and said that he saw him rob the church gate collection, that he was to wait there and he was going to get the priest and tell the priest my brother robbed the collection. My brother, like like dopey little spa he was, stood there for ages but the priest or the man never came back. Eventually he went back into church and he told my dad what happened.

Now my dad was the calmest man I've ever known. He never lost his temper with us, rarely would ever raise his voice, never slapped us, he was just such a softie. Until that day.
He grabbed my brother, went back to the car, and he drove around the entire town looking for him. Canal line, town park, carparks, searched everywhere. Didn't find him so they went to the garda station. Based on the description, the guards knew straight away who it was.
A couple days later we were on way home from school, and next thing my brother points your man out the opposite side of the canal line. My dad practically abandoned the car, told us to stay where we were, and I never seen him as furious in my life. My brother never got the money back, but the guy got a hiding off my dad and was in court for robbing a child.
I'm pretty sure when my brother turned 17/18 and got much tougher, he had a "run in" with him, gave him a few slaps. He died not long after that from a heroin overdose.

Mint Aero

Never. I can't possibly imagine how one would get "mugged" in Ireland unless by a certain ethnic minority group. But other than them your typical inner city scrotes are extremely malnourished and thick individuals that if you've any comp and proper grammer you'd swift hook their jeeves.

Gangs in England now would do proper muggings that'll trifle your minara. In comparison Irish would be "muggers" are dotal cream soft squeeze pudding.

prinzeugen

Never but close before Christmas. Bought myself new runners and as I was leaving the shop I copped 2 scrotes following me, talking about "you grab the box.. Its only a paper bag so will rip".

Stopped dead and stuck the runners in my rucksack.

Common one in Dublin is "what time is it on your phone bud?"

I reply, Same time as my watch. Keep walking don't stop! As someone else said never engage in conversation.

Rattser

Ever see the clip of the Brazilian woman who got mugged by two lads on a moped who took her phone? Turned out she was a professional MMA fighter. She knocked them both off the bike, locked in a leg lock choke on one of the lads until the police came and he was screaming for his mammy, Jesus and eventually his daddy to come save him.

The look of oh fùck I messed with the wrong person in his eyes is priceless.

tomwaterford

Mint Aero wrote: »

Never. I can't possibly imagine how one would get "mugged" in Ireland unless by a certain ethnic minority group. But other than them your typical inner city scrotes are extremely malnourished and thick individuals that if you've any comp and proper grammer you'd swift hook their jeeves.

Gangs in England now would do proper muggings that'll trifle your minara. In comparison Irish would be "muggers" are dotal cream soft squeeze pudding.

It happens though

prinzeugen

prinzeugen wrote: »

Common one in Dublin is "what time is it on your phone bud?"

I reply, Same time as my watch. Keep walking don't stop! As someone else said never engage in conversation.

Yep, encounter this a fair bit too. It would be easy to be caught off guard and take your phone out without thinking!

LDN_Irish

Two earnest attempts in London. First I was about 15 on my own outside a station as busy as Connolly. 4PM, bright out. After standing at the bus stop to let someone sit down I caught the attention of a gang that grew from 5 to around 15 in the space of 5 minutes who trapped me in at the bus stop and the biggest one just generally bullied me for about 10 minutes with pedestrians looking and walking om, while rifling my pockets but I'd lost my phone* the week before so they didn't get anything. Let me keep my bus pass so they were quite nice people really. Gave me verbal abuse and threatened me the entire time until my bus came.

*someone rang me back from the phone I lost. "Meet me at Barking station about 11 tonight with some money innit." "Eh, no."

The second time I was about 16 on one of the "One" overhead trains from Stratford, you'll know the ones if you've been there. Not that busy, I was in a corner. 4 lads get on and kind of strategically surround me and 1 looked down in to the next carriage. Knew the score before they'd even sat down. Had earphones in so they probably thought I had a decent phone with an MP3 player but I had a really cheap mp3 player and a really cheap phone but I didn't want to give them away anyway. Guy next to me taps me to do the pre mugging getting to know you bit that I suspect many people who've been robbed in London have experienced before. All geared towards getting you to take your phone out of your pocket before openly admitting that it's a robbery. I just answered no to all his questions that were obviously leading to him going to tell me to take his number. Ends up telling me to take his number anyway just in case anyone I come across night want weed.

Took a pen and paper out of my bag and he asked "you ain't got no phone blud?" "No." "What's that in your pocket?" "Cigarettes." "Oh you got all the excuses today." Writing his number down my hands were shaking! I could barely write legibly. He told me to label it "Merkster", "Merk" being slang for kill. He asked to see my MP3 so I just held it out and then closed my hand, so he could see it wasn't worth hassle. He went to grab my pocket with my phone in it and I pushed his hand away and then he "lost his tempter" and started acting he's never been so offended in his life. "Don't touch my hand blud! Don't touch me innit!" I took my phone out so he could see it was ****, but I wouldn't let him take it from me. Coming on strong he had me shook up. "You wanna get stabbed etc etc." Lots of "discreet" grabbing at me and my pockets and "quiet" threats, a lot of people knew what was happening but nobody got involved. Went on for maybe 2 minutes.

Then he overplayed his cards and said "do you wanna get shot?" And I just knew he wasn't going to do anything. Nobody has ever been shot between Manor Park and Ilford (longest gap between stops ever!) on the ****ing overhead train for a phone that wouldn't sell got 20 quid. I just stared at him and said ****all and let him carry on and one of his friends told him to leave me alone! He just immediately dropped the act and they all made conversation with me before all fist bumping me when they got off.

Then the real struggle began and I had to not burst in tears before I got home! Sorry, long post. But you did ask...

Jet Black

A few times. Hospitalized once from it and had to get 24 stitches from it. Funniest was a group of 5 robbed me and all I had on me was a Nokia 3510, they handed it back to me and ran off.