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» I witnessed a crime
Pre-drink kicking, not big, not clever
Whilst on my way to meet friends at the Walkabout in Exeter, my journey into town took me past the City Gate pub on the Iron Bridge. Not a violent pub nor place but for those that know Exeter it gives you a sense of the geography.
Three yoofs were setting about a young man. One had him in a headlock, the other two were taking turns at pummeling him. I thinks to meself "Hold up, that ain't right" and promptly run over to tell them to stop. What happened next was quite unexpected.
They dropped said bloke and turned on me with the intention of doing more of the same. I'm no Van Damme but I can hold my own if necessary. Twas from this point onwards, when yoof #1 and yoof #2 were on the floor that yoof #3, who I thought was old enough to know better decided to call off his whimpering dogs.
My heart was beating, I was late for meeting my mates and where was victim #1? Who knows, he'd scarpered and left me to it.
It wasn't until I got to the Walkabout and went to the loo that I noticed a footprint on my jacket. I don't recall taking it off during the fracas! Ouch.
(Thu 14th Feb 2008, 15:44, More)
Pre-drink kicking, not big, not clever
Whilst on my way to meet friends at the Walkabout in Exeter, my journey into town took me past the City Gate pub on the Iron Bridge. Not a violent pub nor place but for those that know Exeter it gives you a sense of the geography.
Three yoofs were setting about a young man. One had him in a headlock, the other two were taking turns at pummeling him. I thinks to meself "Hold up, that ain't right" and promptly run over to tell them to stop. What happened next was quite unexpected.
They dropped said bloke and turned on me with the intention of doing more of the same. I'm no Van Damme but I can hold my own if necessary. Twas from this point onwards, when yoof #1 and yoof #2 were on the floor that yoof #3, who I thought was old enough to know better decided to call off his whimpering dogs.
My heart was beating, I was late for meeting my mates and where was victim #1? Who knows, he'd scarpered and left me to it.
It wasn't until I got to the Walkabout and went to the loo that I noticed a footprint on my jacket. I don't recall taking it off during the fracas! Ouch.
(Thu 14th Feb 2008, 15:44, More)