I live on a busy street in York. It's a route home from the pubs, so in the last two weeks I've:
Dragged a bloke inside my house to get him away from a bunch of chavs trying to mug him, then entertained him with whiskey and fags and packed him off home once the coast was clear.
Got a cab for a girl (and paid for it) who was wandering down the street in bare feet looking completely off her head who put her arm around me slurring "Can I be in the group?" (my girlfriend's answer: "It's not a group, it's a couple. It doesn't work with you!").
Tonight: Picked a drunk 65 year old Italian bloke called Angelo off the pavement, put his shoe back on and half-carried him to his house a mile or so away, having to stop every 100 metres or so to receive a catholic blessing from him and prayers to get Jesus to make me see the light and start attending church.
I think it goes with the territory and I assume that just because I don't see my neighbours doing this it doesn't mean they're not actually doing it when I'm not there. So who else lives in a derelict hot-spot like I do?
Dragged a bloke inside my house to get him away from a bunch of chavs trying to mug him, then entertained him with whiskey and fags and packed him off home once the coast was clear.
Got a cab for a girl (and paid for it) who was wandering down the street in bare feet looking completely off her head who put her arm around me slurring "Can I be in the group?" (my girlfriend's answer: "It's not a group, it's a couple. It doesn't work with you!").
Tonight: Picked a drunk 65 year old Italian bloke called Angelo off the pavement, put his shoe back on and half-carried him to his house a mile or so away, having to stop every 100 metres or so to receive a catholic blessing from him and prayers to get Jesus to make me see the light and start attending church.
I think it goes with the territory and I assume that just because I don't see my neighbours doing this it doesn't mean they're not actually doing it when I'm not there. So who else lives in a derelict hot-spot like I do?
) Not a lot has happened here but my old stomping ground being newmarket, i have seen my fair share of shit. Such as joining up with a group of lads to go clubbing, my mates sister was married to one of em, only to find out fairly quickly that they were known err lets say faces in town and had a reputation to uphold, something i had no idea about. Saw and got stuck in the middle of a lot of fighting, a group from london came up and wanted to start something. I was wit them, i was fair game to this lot. I did what i had to, punched one guy who was coming at me with a broken champagne bottle, i so nearly got bottled that night it scares me still! There were tables and chairs flying, plus a chase around town (after we were all kicked out of the club) with these 7 guys who were all tooled up with stuff, 4 of which who where waving knives at us while giving chase. the we split up, but while staying fairly close if you know what i mean as there were 12 of us and they couldnt follow all of us. another lad who with us got stabbed up that night. he was fine as it was titchy little penknife type wounds, and once he finally realised that he had been stabbed he wanted to back and confront who did it! Had to watch my back a lot in newmarket for a while after that night if i was out alone as i had been seen with them i was a target to rival groups. Needless to say, i didnt go out with that group again.
*runs away*