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Saturday night is my night to watch the footy (soccer) with the lads at a bar. Last night was no exception, and we got a taxi to On Nut BTS station and headed to Nana...
Arsenal had just beaten Blackburn 3 - zip and it was time to do some walking in between bars before the Birmingham game...
We walked from Nana on our way to Cowboy and were approached by the usual swarm of girls and ladyboys offering there company for cash and a little further on were three frightening ladyboys. One sidled up to me and offered me a massage and whispered a few sour nothings in my ear and as I politely declined and moved away I instinctively padded my pockets to make sure I had everything I started with...
My wad of cash was missing!
I reacted quickly and turned and ran toward the offending thief. I grabbed her by the throat and forced her to the ground and smacked her about the face a bit and her hand emerged with all my crumpled bills. Whilest leaning heavily on to her chest and amid the crowd of onlookers and my bemused footy fan chums I counted and straightened out the bills and stuffed them back into my pocket.
I gave her a really vicious wallop for luck, got up and rejoined my friends on my way to Soi Cowboy.
I'm always very careful when I go out, and I don't carry a wallet. My cash was buried deep in my pocket and I didn't realise anything was amis until I had walked away. Only my mistrustful habit of always checking my pockets alerted me to the fact that anything was wrong...
Anyway - I hope my rather interesting diversion from the Saturday night football will make some of you more conscious of what you are doing even when you are walking innocently down the street in between bars!
Arsenal had just beaten Blackburn 3 - zip and it was time to do some walking in between bars before the Birmingham game...
We walked from Nana on our way to Cowboy and were approached by the usual swarm of girls and ladyboys offering there company for cash and a little further on were three frightening ladyboys. One sidled up to me and offered me a massage and whispered a few sour nothings in my ear and as I politely declined and moved away I instinctively padded my pockets to make sure I had everything I started with...
My wad of cash was missing!
I reacted quickly and turned and ran toward the offending thief. I grabbed her by the throat and forced her to the ground and smacked her about the face a bit and her hand emerged with all my crumpled bills. Whilest leaning heavily on to her chest and amid the crowd of onlookers and my bemused footy fan chums I counted and straightened out the bills and stuffed them back into my pocket.
I gave her a really vicious wallop for luck, got up and rejoined my friends on my way to Soi Cowboy.
I'm always very careful when I go out, and I don't carry a wallet. My cash was buried deep in my pocket and I didn't realise anything was amis until I had walked away. Only my mistrustful habit of always checking my pockets alerted me to the fact that anything was wrong...
Anyway - I hope my rather interesting diversion from the Saturday night football will make some of you more conscious of what you are doing even when you are walking innocently down the street in between bars!
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