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I remember seeing a kid (probably about 16, 17) getting mugged on fucking Oxford Street when it was absolutely heaving with people, and nobody did jack shit. So it fell to me, probably the smallest and least intimidating person in the whole of Central London that day, to go and help him out, mainly just by shouting in the guy's face until he fucked off and taking the kid into a shop (Virgin) with multiple exits so the guy couldn't wait for him outside. Even the security guards just seemed slightly amused. The kid was in tears, for fuck's sake! |
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