Ulukai on 22/6/2005 at 20:29
Walk tall, walk assertively. If you need to run, run. If you can't run, knee them where it hurts.
I've only been 'attacked' once, it wasn't chavs. Was with a friend and we walked past a group of asian lads, who somehow got the idea in their head that we were calling them a bunch of pakis and they started lobbing bricks at us. Yeah, we ran. We ran like hell. To their credit, one of the more level-headed guys who realised we were just minding our own business caught up with us eventually and humbly apologised for his mates' behavior. I didn't expect that. I shook that man's hand. No worries, man. No worries. Was still pretty scary at the time, tho'.
quinch on 22/6/2005 at 20:36
It's not so much worse just more blurry. The big difference now is that there are so many girls acting like drunken yobs so there's no ying to smooth out the yang or is it the other way round. Where i grew up ( Carlisle ) things havent changed much in 20 years. Small towns are a nightmare, always have been. When i go back i always keep on my guard.
The good thing about getting older is that you develop 'the look' or 'the stare' that can break glass from 50 yards and fear of a hiding is not so much of an issue.
Don't look scared and you're usually ok. Not easy i know :erg:
EDIT yeah, one in the bollocks if you can
Rug Burn Junky on 22/6/2005 at 20:41
Quote Posted by Agent Monkeysee
The shit-kicking American in me wants to say it's because you've all become a bunch of pussies, but that's not very productive :cool:
This perception isn't really helped by the fact that every time I hear about British youth violence, I mentally picture a couple of Dickensian street urchins, and wonder "Well, who the fuck would be intimidated by them?"
Hogwash on 22/6/2005 at 20:41
Surprisingly enough, I'm yet to have an encounter with any number of chavs. There have been many occasions where I've stumbled home completely wasted (on my own, because University nightlife is shit and I invariably fuck off a few hours before the clubs kick out, leaving my housemates to pull the latest flavour-of-the-month blokes) but find myself in bed in the morning with all my possessions and a nasty headache.
Reading is quite a pikey town too, but I suppose the cirumstances are mitigated by the fact that these drunken stupors are on student nights (i.e. weekdays). If you head into Reading on a saturday night, it really is chav central. The queue for Brannigans is a roll call of all sorts of scum, eager to blow their insurance firm and travel agent paycheques on whatever booze is going cheap. If we went out on the weeked and I stumbled home alone barely able to walk, I'm sure the odds would shift dramatically in favour of the Garys and Darrens.
D'Juhn Keep on 22/6/2005 at 21:17
I've always found it quite amusing how Bill Hicks' scenario has come true - "hooligans" smacking people on the head.
madwolf on 22/6/2005 at 21:33
Quote Posted by Rug Burn Junky
This perception isn't really helped by the fact that every time I hear about British youth violence, I mentally picture a couple of Dickensian street urchins, and wonder "Well, who the fuck would be intimidated by them?"
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http://icnewcastle.icnetwork.co.uk/0100news/0100local/page.cfm?objectid=11698264&method=full)
What the dickens?
The Porthole and the nearby Chainlocker were two of my favourite pubs.
Don't know much about the Gremlins but the Casuals are now a third generational gang.
I'm also aware the journalism is a wee bit hokey, at best.
SubJeff on 22/6/2005 at 21:35
Quote Posted by Chimpy Chompy
This is where input from any Brits in the 30+ range would be useful. Is the yob problem genuinely worse than it used to be?
I would say so. In my late teens I would never have been concerned about a bunch of 15 or 16 year olds hanging out on a street corner smoking and talking crap/spitting at or near passers by. I could lamp them then and I can lamp them now. But these days the violence seems to be more brutal, with larger groups, increased likelyhood of crude weaponary and no cause at all to attack. In the past ignoring yells of "wat u lookin at?" was safe, now you're just as likely to hear the sound of running shortly before you are hit from behind. This is all from experiences of friends from then til now. As I said, there was just one time I was chased, I've never had any othe real trouble.
Where I used to live one had to walk through an estate or spend an extra 15 minutes walking the longer route. People get beat up walking through that estate all the time. And beat up badly. On the edges of it my friends saw a bunch of guys jumping, yeah actually jumping, up and down on teenage girls head.
StD, is that all you got? Dude, that's it right there, and I'm not the only one in this thread who is thinking along those lines. Oh, wait, perhaps they just all had yucky dinners. Yeah, that's enough to drive anyone insane/violent/twatish :rolleyes: where did you say you went to school again?
Rug Burn Junky on 22/6/2005 at 22:38
I love the fact that the article includes heartwarming biographies:
Quote:
Falklands War veteran
Falklands War veteran John Sharp, 39, West Terrace, Seaton Sluice, was one of the ringleaders in the bloody battle.
[...]
He was commended for dismantling mines prior to the British forces going into the Falklands.
But tragedy struck in autumn 1995 when his father-in-law Neal Smith was killed in a car crash, just 24 hours after John married his childhood sweetheart.
John married Claire Smith at Seaton Sluice Methodist Church, Northumberland in November 1995.
A day later Mr Smith, a retired maths teacher and former Blyth Spartans player, was driving his Peugeot 309 on the A686 at Whitfield Hall, near Hexham, when he was hit by a high-powered Ford Sierra Cosworth, driven by Robert Wilson, of Sunderland Road, Gateshead.
Wilson was later sentenced to six-years for causing death by careless driving while under the influence of drugs.
Mr Smith was an avid Newcastle United supporter but on the fateful day he had given his daughter Sarah his ticket for the clash at St James's Park against Liverpool, which she attended with her boyfriend, Claire and John.
Police broke the news to the four after tracing them to a pub after the game.
At the time John Sharp said: "We went from one of the happiest times of our lives on Friday to what happened on Saturday in one fell swoop."
Is this an article about violent crime, or some sort of Profile in Courage of an Olympic athlete?
But really, more importantly:
The Gremlins? Ooooooh, don't feed them after midnight
The Casuals? All of them wearing comfortable, pleated, wrinkle resistant khaki pants, I'm sure
Can't you Brits come up with more intimidating names for your gangs? I mean, christ, somebody threatens me and tells me that they're a member of the Casuals, I'm just gonna fall over laughing. Hell, even the Goonies would be a scarier name.
Agent Monkeysee on 23/6/2005 at 00:41
Quote Posted by Rug Burn Junky
Can't you Brits come up with more intimidating names for your gangs? I mean, christ, somebody threatens me and tells me that they're a member of the Casuals, I'm just gonna fall over laughing. Hell, even the Goonies would be a scarier name.
I was basically going to reply exactly this to your reply to me but then you beat me on my reply to your reply with your own reply.
You jerk :mad:
But yeah, UK gang names always crack me up. National Servicemen versus Teddy Boys? The Casuals? They sound like pretty-boy band names, not gangs of criminals. Nigel and the Slough Street Knicker Kids. "Oi I 'ave a right mind to boff you 'ay do!"
Gingerbread Man on 23/6/2005 at 00:48
As opposed to the Avenue Cribs who only started being called Crips after someone got the name wrong?
Mind you, that's not as bad as the Boozies, Goodlows, Blogettes, and Kelleys in the 20s and 30s in LA.
NYC gangs, by contrast, seem to have had scary names from the beginning... VICE LORDS! LATIN KINGS! SAVAGE NOMADS!!!!
warriors lol sorry
