ComradeBadger
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This happened to me, and I felt I should post it.
Me and my girlfriend went to a house party in Marble Arch in London (a rather nice area for those who don't know the LDN) and had a lovely time, and rather inebriated, were making our way to the bus stop to go home...
.. when three guys pull up in a white van and start mouthing off, claiming that I swore at them and should apologise.
Being powered by Vladivar at this point I start giving it the big 'I am' and generally being a cocky shit, contrary to my girlfriends advice.
After a few minutes of debate, words to the effect of 'you better apologise or else' are uttered, and one of the lads slowly pulls a handgun from his coat, letting me see the handle. If I hadn't been so clockfaced, I probably would have been terrified, but it just didn't really register.
Understandably my girlfriend was rather upset by proceedings, thinking that they were going to shoot me - I ended by saying that I was sorry that someone swore at them, but it wasn't me. They drove off...
... only to pull up again a few moments later, to apologise to my girlfriend for upsetting her, who promptly told them to **** off, understandably.
I can only assume that they realised that as they drove away after threatening me, I had a perfect view of their numberplate, and the Met tend to take these things quite seriously.
Anyway, fun times!
Me and my girlfriend went to a house party in Marble Arch in London (a rather nice area for those who don't know the LDN) and had a lovely time, and rather inebriated, were making our way to the bus stop to go home...
.. when three guys pull up in a white van and start mouthing off, claiming that I swore at them and should apologise.
Being powered by Vladivar at this point I start giving it the big 'I am' and generally being a cocky shit, contrary to my girlfriends advice.
After a few minutes of debate, words to the effect of 'you better apologise or else' are uttered, and one of the lads slowly pulls a handgun from his coat, letting me see the handle. If I hadn't been so clockfaced, I probably would have been terrified, but it just didn't really register.
Understandably my girlfriend was rather upset by proceedings, thinking that they were going to shoot me - I ended by saying that I was sorry that someone swore at them, but it wasn't me. They drove off...
... only to pull up again a few moments later, to apologise to my girlfriend for upsetting her, who promptly told them to **** off, understandably.
I can only assume that they realised that as they drove away after threatening me, I had a perfect view of their numberplate, and the Met tend to take these things quite seriously.
Anyway, fun times!