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ColinJ

Puzzle game procrastinator!
I don't get nervous out here, but in Birmingham I was always aware of my surroundings especially at night.

I hated the sound of footsteps behind me at night on my way home from work. It always worried me.
I am a fairly chunky 6' 1" but even I have got nervous at night at times when other men got too close for comfort... (Fnaar jokes that way ----> !)

I was using an ATM at night once and 2 young guys about my size got well into my personal space. They were fooling around and one knocked the other into me at the precise moment that I had authorised my cash withdrawal. I got a rush of blood to the head and shoved him back and told them both to "KEEP THE F**K AWAY FROM ME!" They looked so startled that I almost felt sorry for them, but it felt like they were about to mug me. Somebody I worked with got hit over the head and robbed in similar circumstances.
 

Mo1959

Legendary Member
I don't get nervous out here, but in Birmingham I was always aware of my surroundings especially at night.

I hated the sound of footsteps behind me at night on my way home from work. It always worried me.
A few people have asked me if I’m not scared going out so early running or cycling on my own in the dark, but can’t say it bothers me.
 

oldwheels

Legendary Member
Location
Isle of Mull
Silage is supposed to smell sweet. If it doesn’t it means that the fermentation hasn’t worked properly, most commonly because air got in.
It is a long time ago and the details now escape me but there were experiments with injecting different bacteria. The ones with the worst smells to humans were found to be the most palatable to the cattle in the experiments.
 

oldwheels

Legendary Member
Location
Isle of Mull
I am a fairly chunky 6' 1" but even I have got nervous at night at times when other men got too close for comfort... (Fnaar jokes that way ----> !)

I was using an ATM at night once and 2 young guys about my size got well into my personal space. They were fooling around and one knocked the other into me at the precise moment that I had authorised my cash withdrawal. I got a rush of blood to the head and shoved him back and told them both to "KEEP THE F**K AWAY FROM ME!" They looked so startled that I almost felt sorry for them, but it felt like they were about to mug me. Somebody I worked with got hit over the head and robbed in similar circumstances.
Guy I know was mugged once in Leeds. When the police arrived they remarked that it was the first time they had to call an ambulance for the muggers. Big guy with a judo black belt and a quick temper which is at odds with the general judo philosophy. He was charged with GBH but but the case was thrown out of court.
 

PaulSB

Squire
I don't get nervous out here, but in Birmingham I was always aware of my surroundings especially at night.

I hated the sound of footsteps behind me at night on my way home from work. It always worried me.
We lived in Sparkbrook about 38 years ago. When Mrs P was coming home from a late shift I always walked to the bus stop to walk home with her.
 

welsh dragon

Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
We lived in Sparkbrook about 38 years ago. When Mrs P was coming home from a late shift I always walked to the bus stop to walk home with her.


In sparkbrook they would steal the gold teeth out of your mouth given half a chance.
 
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Dirk

Dirk

If 6 Was 9
Location
Watchet
I'm always very aware of my surroundings. I always sit with my back to a wall in pubs, where I can see who comes and goes. I'll pick up on a car that has followed me for more than 2 turns and people who I see in more than 1 shop.
Old habits die hard. It's probably why I've reached state pension age.
 

oldwheels

Legendary Member
Location
Isle of Mull
I'm always very aware of my surroundings. I always sit with my back to a wall in pubs, where I can see who comes and goes. I'll pick up on a car that has followed me for more than 2 turns and people who I see in more than 1 shop.
Old habits die hard. It's probably why I've reached state pension age.
One of the directors of a company I worked for was in Abyssinia as he was in the Italian army. He only slept under a window, never facing it but always facing a door and always sat with his back against a wall. The guerillas would burst a window and spray the room with bullets so the only hope of survival was to be under the window. He also had a strategy to avoid hand grenades but cannot remember that one. For a multi millionaire he was a nice guy and had lots of stories. He drove a fairly old Rolls Royce -- very badly but was always willing to pay for any damage he caused. It was said he smiled very nicely as he scraped past.
 
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