Kick in the nuts and run. Its happened to me in Leeds and thats what I did. Got to act instantly though. If you stop to think then your only option is to do what you did. No shame in that. Just got to put it out of your mind. Its a once in a lifetime thing for most people and the chances of it happening again are slim. Just be more careful and try not to be on your own.
Once in Brussels, whilst en route to Luxembourg for an England game, i got separated from my mates and ended up with a 6 foot 4 Algerian-type character demanding my disposable camera that was stuck out of my shirt's top pocket. I told to '**** off' after which he produced a very large hunting knife ....... so i handed over the camera. Then he started to follow me, making noises about money - knife on show, openly in the street. I fobbed him enough to get to the place where were staying..... the landlord opened the door, looked at me and then the lunatic, and then slammed the door shut! At whih point i though "****!" with extra **** on top, and duly threw the contents of my front pockets at him stating " All i have", it was about 12 Euros. he duly scooped the change up and legged it, leaving me with 300 Euros in my wallet. I then gained access into where we were staying, the door was answered by someone totally different, and off to bed i went. The next morning; having gained our passports from reception (they kept them when we booked in), we left the premises. But i gained a slight result by returning and claiming i had left something in the room; was let in, and duly **** in the shower cubicle - part of which i picked up and smeared all over the wallpaper. Thanked the dodgy Barsteward landlord half-heartedly and made haste for Luxembourg........ Next time, incidentally, i shall not stay in digs in the Arab quarter of any city again!
I've got a photofit of the chavs who challenged you , John <img src ="http://adweek.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/munchkins.jpg">
This is what my old man taught me if someone comes up to you and asks you for your money, say "i havent got any money, but you can have this".......(put your hand in your pocket and clench your fist), take it out and punch the fcker to the floor. my old mans from Grimethorpe
RE: This is what my old man taught me The first bit worked wonders... i thought '****' the second bit! Big fuecker with large knife. I was shocked to see him pick up the money.... i know; i should have charged in and kicked the **** then etc, rah, rah!, but it really was a backs-to-the-wall scenario. I nostalgically look upon it as a great tactical manouevre
ha ha, what a story confronted by a giant albanian with a hunting knife! i can honestly think of better scenarios........