Long time ago. BF. (Before Furry, in my life time-scale). Around 1999/2000.
Stopped at Thistle Hotel with a few internet-friends at the time. Went out at night. After we split up doing different things, myself and one friend were in town, nobody around, except for one woman almost dying. She was obviously drunk but almost passed out on the cold floor.
Next time I'll know to walk on, but we stopped to make sure she wasn't actually choking on her own vomit or anything. She came around some, I checked she knew who she was and where she was, and she seemed well enough and able to get home. She thanked us, and we walked away...
...then she started shouting. "Where's my money!" "WHERE'S MY MONEY!"
Uh-oh. Then like rats out of the shadows, there were hooded chavs everywhere. She was moaning on, about us having nicked her money, someone tried to nick my phone, I wrestled him to the ground and got it back, my friend was probably pissing himself with fear. Chavs were saying call the police (to arrest us!) so I managed to call them somehow. The moment they arrived, everyone else disappeared instantly. It looked a bit worrisome for a moment but the police soon wised up when they saw we were decent people, and she was hideously drunk. Then she started going on about her monopoly money!
Police were very very apologetic, and drove us back to the hotel lest we get mugged. One of them seemed very remorseful - and urged me not to let it put me off Middlesbrough.
Well, sorry, it did. Every town has its chavs, but the police have never had to extend protection to me voluntarily. Ugh. Plus from the top of Thistle hotel the entire place seemed like one sprawling, hideous sea of concrete, far into the distance.
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Stopped at Thistle Hotel with a few internet-friends at the time. Went out at night. After we split up doing different things, myself and one friend were in town, nobody around, except for one woman almost dying. She was obviously drunk but almost passed out on the cold floor.
Next time I'll know to walk on, but we stopped to make sure she wasn't actually choking on her own vomit or anything. She came around some, I checked she knew who she was and where she was, and she seemed well enough and able to get home. She thanked us, and we walked away...
...then she started shouting. "Where's my money!" "WHERE'S MY MONEY!"
Uh-oh. Then like rats out of the shadows, there were hooded chavs everywhere. She was moaning on, about us having nicked her money, someone tried to nick my phone, I wrestled him to the ground and got it back, my friend was probably pissing himself with fear. Chavs were saying call the police (to arrest us!) so I managed to call them somehow. The moment they arrived, everyone else disappeared instantly. It looked a bit worrisome for a moment but the police soon wised up when they saw we were decent people, and she was hideously drunk. Then she started going on about her monopoly money!
Police were very very apologetic, and drove us back to the hotel lest we get mugged. One of them seemed very remorseful - and urged me not to let it put me off Middlesbrough.
Well, sorry, it did. Every town has its chavs, but the police have never had to extend protection to me voluntarily. Ugh. Plus from the top of Thistle hotel the entire place seemed like one sprawling, hideous sea of concrete, far into the distance.