The only time
I was at uni in Leicester. I'd popped round to visit my gf who lived with a couple of my mates from school. One of them came home telling us how he's scored some weed off a couple of guys in the street.

It wasn't weed, it was some herbs or something. After laughing at him for a bit, we were sitting around when the doorbell rang. He answered the door and the same two guys (must have followed him home) burst into the house and grabbed my missus. The other one grabbed my arm and took me to the cashpoint on the corner, saying that if I didn't get them £50 for some coke, they'd do bad things to her. So I put my card in the slot, and hit "£50". Insufficient funds. The guy told me, "£30 then". Again, insufficient funds. Eventually he managed to get a tenner off me. I told him he might have better luck robbing rich people. Anyway, they let her go, and we were left to nurse injured pride.

A few days later I was chatting with a guy called Hedge I knew from over the road who was apparently very well connected in that area (impossible to describe, but he used to be a roadie for Gaye Bykers on Acid and he had HEDG and EHOG tatooed across his knuckles). Mentioned what happened, and he asked me to describe the two muggers. I didn't think much of it until the next day when I was having tea over at my girl's house and there came a frantic knocking on the door. We looked through the spyhole (wiser now) and it was the two muggers. When we refused to open the door, they pushed the money through the letterbox and shouted promises that they'd never come near us again. From then on, we never had another bit of trouble in that area.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 21 Jun 2006, 17:53, Reply)