Can I pay Yorkie £3 since I'm not bothered to do the Bubble Cartubechallenger said:please note: nose protection equipment is now being sold for all forum meets, please pay me or yorkie the small sum of £0.50 (£1 being a pound,) and we shall supply you the BRAND NEW Seth branded NPE!
... obviously they have a love/hate relationship! (Though at the time I was trying to fathom why a Class 37 was driving thru Lambeth North...)
jonb said:
. When there's a large crowd of people looking at you expectantly and something goes wrong 
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nutter said:
So long as it's not inciting violence I can't see any problems.
Happy Birthday as well for tomorrow joea1
. I think the whole school is looking forward to tomorrow . However, I'm going in anyway, they ain't gonna stop me even if I am outnumbered 1000:1 
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One boy got some damage to his jaw for initiating it though, so not too bad.
jdjonnay said:Joe, I've only read the first post, but I can say I've been in this situation before.
As you can probably tell from my picture thing, I ride a motorbike (well, did, it got written off a few nights ago when a car drove into me, thank god I've still got my car in one piece), and as such I make sure I wear a lot of protective gear. Helmet, gloves with reinforced knuckles, armoured jacket and heavy boots. You see where I'm going?
Anyway, I go past a bus-stop on my way home from college every night, and see a few local kids there, either waiting for or getting off the school bus. They're good kids, really are, a lot of them are younger brothers and sisters of lads and lasses I know who are a similar age to me. I always give them a toot on the bike horn or flick my full beam trigger to give them a flash of the lights.
Anyway, a few weeks ago I started noticing a crowd of chavs near the bus stop. Don't know who they are or where they're from - our community is very close-knit and they aren't a local crew, thats for sure. No idea where the buggers came from.
So one night I'm on my way home, and OMG WTF, there's carnage in the bus stop. These chavvy kids are kicking up and going for all these 14/15 year olds. Deary me, I thought, rode past and straight to a mates house. I dragged him out, and we each got a suspension fork from a bike he was dismantling. He jumped on the back of my bike and we got back up to the stop, where this was still going on.
Off the bike, helmetted up, each holding the bars off of a motorbike. We told them to get off the kids, which they did. We walked forwards at them, and got them into the corner of a bus stop. Asked the kids what they'd taken - IIRC it was a gameboy and one of the girl's mp3 players. We demanded them back.
At first it was "I 'ent got them blud, 'onest". A few more steps forward and the goods were "found" by them "on the floor". Guess the kids must have dropped them, eh?
So we basically told them that we don't want them here any more, by this time another couple of lads from our lot had arrived for back-up. They were sheepish and seemed like they were gonna clear off. We turned to walk away, and one must have ran and grabbed my mate, the one who had the bar. I remember shouting "OI!" then bringing my weapon down on the attackers head, which knocked him out. The others legged it, the one who was unconcious we dragged back into the bus stop, checked he was breathing, and then as he started to come round we left him to it, with a note on his stomach that said something along the lines of "Deck off".
Surprisingly we never saw them again, and the kiddies haven't had any more trouble, yay.
It sounds like a story from the ghetto, I know, and I'm not usually a violent person, but people attacking younger/smaller people than themselves I honestly can't stand. I didn't go up there looking for a fight, and the bars were just to frighten them off, but I ended up using mine...
Also, now one of the 15 year old girls from the bus stop texts me about 91283921 times a day. So now I've got an admirer who's still in school, cough, jail-bait, cough.
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His car came off a LOT worse than my bike anyway, the bike may be repaired on his insurance, the car is a definite write off.Inbred is the word you're looking forjdjonnay said:
You're right, i did notice a few things where you didn't quite have the right idea, like when you went racing off on your motorbike instead of your tractor, and when you attacked them with suspension forks instead of pitch forksjdjonnay said:Just as well I'm first generation Cornish then
After school today I took the usual bus to Crystal Palace. The top deck was almost full and I was right at the back. Three boys got on after a couple of stops. Two of them had dogs. All of a sudden, everyone went quiet. There was one seat just in front of the back. One of my mates sitting near the back whispered to one of the younger ones to come and sit there. One of the boys with a dog heard and came and sat in the seat and asked why my mate called his dog. Then the usual... What phone do you have, have you got it on you, I'll hurt you if I find one, where do you live, where are you going, have you got any money then? For that last one, my mate said that he doesn't carry money, he has a lunch card lol. And he had his phone, pouch etc. I had my phone in one pocket and my digi cam in my bag. The boy was a member of a crew based in Gipsy Hill. My mate has a cousin in it, so the boy left him. Then another mate of mine had to get off. Someone wished him good luck because at that point, those dogs were blocking the gangway. They didn't bother him. So they got off in Crystal Palace High Street, nobody got harmed. I was scared though, that dog was drooling and it had some nasty teeth. I could feel it's breath on my leg although I had trousers on, and the dog at the front of the bus was huge. My heart was beating at MEGA rate. The boy looked at me, but I just stared at the front of the bus, he didn't say anything to me.. I did so. The men were after the young man. They surrounded him. I was scared, so I ducked into a Sainsburys and contemplated calling the police. I didn't and hid my phone in my school bag. I came back out and saw the three men assaulting the young man. I hid again, and peered round a wall to see the men pushing the man into the road. So I went back into Sainsburys. I came back out and they had apparently disappeared. A dopehead came out of the supermarket singing to himself. I waited for the next bus, which was headed for Lewisham. Next thing, I see the men bursting out of the Sainsburys. The first available bus was another 202 to Blackheath, so I took that and got away from the scene - there was some blood on the ground. Why does this crap still happen?) I didn't really want to fight back, its alright flooring them there and then, but when there brother cross dad cross uncle comes after you It aint nice
