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    So, getting mugged then

    I got mugged last night walking back to my flat. Or rather, it was an attempted mugging. Two little sh*tbags followed me and then pulled knives on me demanding the contents of my wallet. I managed to run away though and find sanctuary in a local pub who called the police. It only took the police two hours to respond as there had been a spate of muggings like this in my area over the last few hours. I'm still quite shaken, but the locals in the pub escorted me back home which was nice of them. Fortunately I had the wherewithal to sit down in the pub and write down what had happened and if anything like this happens to you, write it all down. Including:

    Time
    Place
    Location
    Attacker details
    Colour of clothing
    Appareance of attacker(s) - colour, accent, height, build etc.
    Direction they ran
    Direction they approached you

    It's all needed in witness statements and believe me you won't remember it later. I just hope the little scumbags left their mobile phones on all evening, as that will be an easy arrest for the police.

    #2
    Sorry to hear this Paul, hope you're ok after this experience. It must have shaken you up quite a bit. Nice to see that people actually helped and supported you too, I'm sure most people would but that's not what you hear on the news.

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      #3
      Not sure what to say to this. You showed real presence of mind to write everything down straight away. I'm not sure I'd be able to do that.

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        #4
        That's a crappy thing to happen, Paul; I'm glad that the situation didn't deteriorate any further and hope you have a relaxing weekend and can soon put it behind you.

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          #5
          Hope you're ok, Paul. Take it easy for the next few days.

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            #6
            It only happened to me once, walking along the harbour front in Guadeloupe at night. A couple of teenagers asked for my wallet; I said No; then they grabbed and kicked at me, but I pulled free and ran off to a more crowded, busier street. So, it was also a failed mugging. Only afterwards did it occur to me that they might have had knives or guns and I was being an idiot protecting my cash.

            Like you, I was shook up for hours afterwards (and bruised for weeks from the kicks). Unlike you, I didn't go to the police. I had a flight out the next morning, and didn't want to deal with any of the crap.

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              #7
              Commiserations, Paul.

              Hopefully you're OK again.

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                #8
                Sorry to hear this, Paul, but am confident that you will be able to put it behind you.

                Growing up in 70s New York, muggings were seen as a kind of statistical certainty that one just needed to live with, though in retrospect, that was really rather sad.

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                  #9
                  Yeah, I should have added: Sorry that this happened to you, but if my experience is anything to go by, it's just a shitty thing to happen one night and you can get past it pretty quickly.

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                    #10
                    Bloody hell, Paul. Sounds like you've taken an extremely unpleasant situation very well indeed. Good on you, and more power to you.

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                      #11
                      Ahh, mine occurred in Brazil in 1991. They held a broken bottle to my throat so I surrendered my wallet (containing three quid - no cards). After the shock I was furious, wanting to get back out there with my penknife and exact revenge. My then girlfriend rationalised that a taxi back to our hotel would have cost more than the three quid we lost.

                      I'm over it now.

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                        #12
                        Sorry to hear about that, Paul. I had a knife pulled on me by some kids a few years ago. very unpleasant. Sounds like you handled it extremely well. Like you i was sustained by how kind my neighbors were. There are a lot of good people out there too.

                        O and Londoners don't look at your phones at bus-stops or near pavements. I had my phone snatched a few weeks ago

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                          #13
                          Commiserations, Paul. The shits will likely get themselves caught soon, with the help of your description. Sounds like very quick thinking by you. Good show by the locals too.

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                            #14
                            Ah fuck. That's terrible. But you handled it really well.

                            We used to hear about mugging in big cities like New York and Philly but not so much lately. Perhaps its just not a profitable crime. People don't carry as much cash as they used to and it's not hard to brick a stolen phone.

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                              #15
                              I'm more shaken now than I was when it happened less than 24 hours ago! I've lived in this town for over 30 years and that's the first time something like that has ever happened to me, or anywhere come to think of it. I'm nervous about going out in the dark now, which is odd but I'll just have to pick myself up and get on with it. You really don't understand what it's like until you experience it for yourself.

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                                #16
                                Fucking hell hope you're okay Paul. Don't go all Death Wish in revenge on the world.

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                                  #17
                                  Yep, sorry to hear that - it's traumatising and can easily make one feel intimidated.

                                  As others have suggested, these planks will get themselves arrested soon enough. Almost thirty years in the capital and it's yet to happen to me (touch wood), although a friend of mine who lived locally was once pursued by some scumbags who loudly suggested what was going to happen as they gained on him. My friend flagged down a car and managed to get help - which itself was fortunate - and the pair of pr*cks disappeared into an estate.

                                  While I've not been mugged, I think I'd been in London about two months when I went back to Kent one weekend to see friends - and was promptly assaulted for no reason outside a pub.

                                  Obviously, exercise greater caution now that the nights are drawing in, but of course don't be living in fear.

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                                    #18
                                    Sorry to hear that, Paul. It's a very unsettling thing to happen, and I'm glad to hear you escaped without physical harm.

                                    Parallels what happened to me about 14 years ago in the Newington Green area - I was cycling home late in the evening (maybe 11pm-ish) and a moped gang tried to mug me by forcing me to stop - 4 youths, 2 of them on each of 2 mopeds. Fortunately their doubling up on the seating meant they weren't as nimble as they might have been and I managed to duck and weave like hell to dodge around them for a couple of hundred yards before I got to the busier location of actual Newington Green, where I screamed for help in front of a bus which had stopped at the lights, and the scumbags disappeared. There was a spate of moped gang muggings of cyclists in inner north London around that time, probably all the same gang.

                                    Being turned into quarry by some gang of juvenile criminal scum is a real hit to one's self-esteem as well as one's sense of security. I found myself daydreaming violent revenge fantasies every now and then for a long time afterwards. Still makes me angry thinking about it, the fucking scum.

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                                      #19
                                      Sorry that's happened Paul, the little shits.

                                      Hope you can feel easier soon.

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                                        #20
                                        A late friend of mine was mugged outside a shopping centre in central Cape Town once. He was philosophical about it, treating his financial loss as a donation to charity. I admired his generosdity of spirtit, but I might have been more like Charles Bronson in Death Wish.

                                        The only time I had a mugging problem was when G-Woman and I were in Paris. Sitting on the steps of a church near Gare du Nord, G-Woman noticed that we were being cased. So we git up and walked away. One of the fuckers followed us. We stopped, he'd linger. We walked, he walked. By a little direction-changing manouevre we made him aware that we were on to him and he walked on. We were unnerved, thouigh. We sat for an hour in a café at Gare du Nord, in case the bastards were still watching us, before we moved on.

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                                          #21
                                          It's the anger post it happening that's the worst thing I think, as long as you've not come to any harm yourself. I've had a few experiences since moving here, including two successful muggings (both in La Boca. Don't bother with La Boca if you ever come to Buenos Aires, it's a horrible part of town with piss all to see apart from the football stadium and loads of tourists wandering around the one heavily policed and actually safe to walk on street). On each occasion the wish that I knew Krav Maga or something so I could go totally Liam Neeson on them was strong afterwards. Exacerbated of course by the fact that the police here are as much use as a chocolate fucking teapot.

                                          Anyway Paul, hope you're feeling better soon.

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                                            #22
                                            Originally posted by Sam View Post
                                            It's the anger post it happening that's the worst thing I think, as long as you've not come to any harm yourself.
                                            This sums it up pretty well, I was furious when I got home, especially as the group who walked me home had bought me some beer. Actually, I have to confess I grabbed a kitchen knife and went round outside checking the little sh*ts had gone. I realized about halfway through that wandering about with a big knife wasn't a clever idea...and then the police turned up! I approached them and handed over the knife when asked. I apologized and told them I had put in the 999 call. They came up to my flat to take a statement and policeman with my knife asked me which drawer it had come from and I pointed to the second one down and he put it back in there. He then gave me a bollocking over it which I completely deserved but it did sober me up a bit and led to me calming down.

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                                              #23
                                              Nice to receive a b*llocking on top of such a traumatic experience. But I guess they had their reasons.

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                                                #24
                                                Three weeks ago I was mugged walking back from my local micro-pub. This evening I did exactly the same route and.....nothing happened to me.

                                                I walked up to my local station where I crossed the railway line by a bridge. A strong smell of cannabis wafted through the air and a bloke in front of me was obviously smoking it and ready to pull a knife on me. I said "evening mate" as I passed him and realised he wasn't the source of the cannabis and he was just a normal person like myself. I had a couple of pints in our real ale bar and then walked back exactly the same way as before and nothing happened. I passed our local park where a crowd of about 35 paying spectators were watching Southend Manor v Enfield 1893 in the Essex Senior League. I went to my social club where three people who I hadn't seen for three weeks came up and made sure I was ok and shook my hand. I walked back to my flat and....nothing happened.

                                                I'm an army reservist and have spent the last two weeks away training with them. I've screwed my back up lifting stuff and have come back very tired but it has kept my mind off the mugging and I feel so much better for it. Stay safe everyone, you can get over it and remember, don't have nightmares!

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                                                  #25
                                                  Happy for you, mate

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