A rum do...?

There is something menacing about meeting a bunch of youths on bikes on your way home at 2am.

I don't know what the hooded and horribly mobile little buggers were up to in our street, but they pissed for it as soon as I came round the corner on foot.

Which is just as well. I might be a big bloke, but there were 5 of them and one of me. As it was, the sudden adrenaline rush (I have a coward gland which is hyperactive), ensured a swift trip to the little tenants' room upon arrival at my little South London garret.

Note to self: Look mean and menacing more often. It saves time and bruises.

A rum do...?

There is something menacing about meeting a bunch of youths on bikes on your way home at 2am.

I don't know what the hooded and horribly mobile little buggers were up to in our street, but they pissed for it as soon as I came round the corner on foot.

Which is just as well. I might be a big bloke, but there were 5 of them and one of me. As it was, the sudden adrenaline rush (I have a coward gland which is hyperactive), ensured a swift trip to the little tenants' room upon arrival at my little South London garret.

Note to self: Look mean and menacing more often. It saves time and bruises.