Comments/abuse in the street
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Monkeynuts
Hello sailor
Blagsta said:A couple of times. Once, about 8 months ago near Battersea bridge, a couple of builders in a van shouting something about my mum. Last month, I was trying out my new camera, taking photos of Centrepoint and a couple of blokes pointed and laughed and said something like "heh, that bloke's taking photos".
No-one seen "Modern Toss"? This is what London people do.
Hellsbells
World's best procrastinator
I don't get verbal abuse but can pretty much guarantee that every time I leave the house at least one person will kiss their teeth or tut at me for reasons totally beyond me. I fail to see how I can offend people simply by walking down the road totally minding my own business 
Monkeynuts
Hello sailor
Hellsbells said:I fail to see how I can offend people simply by walking down the road totally minding my own business
That's because you are failing to embrace their culture. Shame on you.
Please make more effort in future to understand the mindset of the Ignorant C***.
Orang Utan
Maybe I like the misery
I got shouted at (oy ginger) a lot in Leeds, but can't remember it happening in London.
The oy pudding thing made me laugh - did you have a Biffa Bacon hair cut?
The oy pudding thing made me laugh - did you have a Biffa Bacon hair cut?
All the time - always blokes, usually overalled blokes who all say "hope your head gets better" "that's a big bandage", "like the hat".
At youth football matches it's more likely to be "Oi, Mrs Binladen" or "what the f...k is that"
All this because I cover my locks
More worryingly I guess is the stuff I got years ago when pushing my first son to nursery "Where did you buy the monkey" or "Nigger's Whore"
It's a cowardly thing though.
The 'hat' remarks are just cheesy - I just smile usually as if it's a new joke or give one of my 'withering' looks which can scare a grown man.
At youth football matches it's more likely to be "Oi, Mrs Binladen" or "what the f...k is that"
All this because I cover my locks
More worryingly I guess is the stuff I got years ago when pushing my first son to nursery "Where did you buy the monkey" or "Nigger's Whore"
It's a cowardly thing though.
The 'hat' remarks are just cheesy - I just smile usually as if it's a new joke or give one of my 'withering' looks which can scare a grown man.
Monkeynuts
Hello sailor
reubeness said:
Well at least in these cases they are probably not trying to be abusive - they probably genuinely think they are being amusing and original. One makes allowance for the hard of understanding and those of limited imagination.
bluestreak
HomosexualityIsStalin’sAtomBombtoDestroyAmerica
Monkeynuts said:
really? i make notes for the post-revolutionary clean up operation.
No-one has shouted abuse at me in the street for ages. I must be doing something wrong.
Oula
Well-Known Member
The most confusing one I have had was 2 young girls on my street saying to me "Hello, Madam" and then pissing themselves laughing. I spent a while trying to figure that out. I don't dress partcularly smartly or particularly scruffy. The only thing I could think that made me a madam was being 15 years older than them but why is that funny?
Orang Utan
Maybe I like the misery
Maybe they were on acid
Roadkill said:
Thats about the worst I've got that I can remember.
The occasional shouts of 'oi mate ... your back wheel's going round/your back tyre's flat' when I'm cycling, are generally from sub 13 year olds .. so don't count particularly ....
Orang Utan
Maybe I like the misery
I get Oi Redman, from blokes who think I might be interested in their wares. They're the only people I completely ignore.
Out of the places I'm in regularly, the worst for random abuse by far has to be Stoke on Trent - lagging a long way behind that is city centre Manchester, then I only recall one incident a few years ago in the small town I live in. In Stoke, they still do the "aaargh" thing out of car windows and you occasionally get the odd "fuck off" (what am I meant to have done, exactly, other than appear in their dirty little city?)
Brixton, by the way, is the most hellish place I've ever had the misfortune to set foot in. I was there just a couple of weeks ago, popped out of the Albert for something (this was only about 8pm!) and instantly got some aggressive muppet standing in front of me, blocking my way shouting "30p 30p" in my face. Is it just me, or do a lot of people there only seem to be able to say "skunk" or "30p"? It's not just there, though - the majority of London I find incredibly aggressive, pushy and rude, which is probably where a lot of the random shouting comes from; people are too tense! I work in bits of South Manchester that are reckoned to be bad areas and never get street hassle.
Brixton, by the way, is the most hellish place I've ever had the misfortune to set foot in. I was there just a couple of weeks ago, popped out of the Albert for something (this was only about 8pm!) and instantly got some aggressive muppet standing in front of me, blocking my way shouting "30p 30p" in my face. Is it just me, or do a lot of people there only seem to be able to say "skunk" or "30p"? It's not just there, though - the majority of London I find incredibly aggressive, pushy and rude, which is probably where a lot of the random shouting comes from; people are too tense! I work in bits of South Manchester that are reckoned to be bad areas and never get street hassle.
Ms Ordinary
randompointlesschemistry
Having previously posted that I've hardly ever been abused in the street - this afternoon a young woman walked out of a phone booth, smacked me hard in the face, and then ran across the road shouting "you're next".
I really have no idea what to make of this - I just said "Oh, go away" and carried on walking - I s'pose that probably was the most sensible thing to do, at the time I was just relieved she was moving away from me.
There weren't many people around, I think probably no-one even saw what she did, though a few people turned to see what she was shouting about.
At the time I thought maybe she'd mistaken me for someone else, thinking back on it, it seems more likely she was just waiting for someone to walk by with by with both hands full (I had a carrier bag in each hand) though still
I really have no idea what to make of this - I just said "Oh, go away"
and carried on walking - I s'pose that probably was the most sensible thing to do, at the time I was just relieved she was moving away from me.There weren't many people around, I think probably no-one even saw what she did, though a few people turned to see what she was shouting about.
At the time I thought maybe she'd mistaken me for someone else, thinking back on it, it seems more likely she was just waiting for someone to walk by with by with both hands full (I had a carrier bag in each hand) though still
suzee blue cheese
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People can be utter shits..
Years ago in Brixton I knew a very attractive black girl who used to get loads of nasty verbal from black guys because her boyfriend happened to be white. I think the guys were particularly incensed because she was very voluptuous, uber sexy.
As for me, I was onced chased out of a phone booth in Camden by some old alki waving a penknife and raving abuse at me. Luckily, I was able to move faster than he was.
I used to get sexual comments but I've grown out of them
Apart from that I've had some abuse on the street in London, usual stuff. Most unpleasant times has been when I've been purposefully barged into by some youth or the time this year when some random angry person stepped straight into my path and attempted to land a punch at my face. Luckily again that I moved faster. He didn't say anything at all.
Ms Ordinary: She sounds a bit like my guy, random and angry. It's a shocking experience, are you OK?
Monkeynuts
Hello sailor
Where do all you fuckers live?
Short of a pretty bloody bar brawl in Hoxton and some twat throwing bottles around Shaftesbury Avenue after ENGER-LAND lost, I have never experienced (or even seen) any such nuttiness.
You cats should give some serious thought to coming to Chill On The Hill, far from such excitement.
Short of a pretty bloody bar brawl in Hoxton and some twat throwing bottles around Shaftesbury Avenue after ENGER-LAND lost, I have never experienced (or even seen) any such nuttiness.
You cats should give some serious thought to coming to Chill On The Hill, far from such excitement.
Ms Ordinary
randompointlesschemistry
suzee blue cheese said:
A sore chin, but otherwise I'm fine now
.I was quite freaked out at the time - wondering what was going to happen next for a few secs till it was obvious she was just running off.
I was on my way to pick my kid up from school when it happened, but I couldn't bring myself to talk about it to anyone I know there - it just seemed like a surreal thing to mention.
Oddly, I think I've felt more upset after having stuff shouted at me - this was so clearly random, that I can't take it personally, even though its obviously a worse thing to actually have happen to you
suzee blue cheese
Well-Known Member
You're right, it's nuts. However, in my case there was a bloke coming along who saw what had happened and stopped to find out if I was OK. We kind of had a horrified laugh about it, odd though that may sound... It really helped to defuse what had happened. I walked away shocked but unharmed. Chalked it down to being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
suzee blue cheese
Well-Known Member
It is a freaky thing to happen, being so utterly random. You just don't expect something like that to happen.
I found myself after about a day or so, having flashbacks then a few days of watching out for him when I was out and about in town. Then I stopped thinking about it..
suzee blue cheese
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Lol
A couple of years back I was on the down escalator at Holborn tube when I heard this bloke making comments to me suggesting that I was gay, apparently because of the yellow jacket I was wearing!??!?
Now, I'm not gay, and I don't understand to this day why this middle-aged bloke in a suit and an expensive coat, on his own, not with a yobby group of mates or anything felt it necessary to make a succession of insulting comments to me all the way down the long escalator.
I was so wound up by the time we got to the bottom that I turned round and kicked him in the testicles, which shut him up.
Giles..
PS - I don't regard someone calling me "gay" as an insult (although I'm not), although this bloke obviously did.
Now, I'm not gay, and I don't understand to this day why this middle-aged bloke in a suit and an expensive coat, on his own, not with a yobby group of mates or anything felt it necessary to make a succession of insulting comments to me all the way down the long escalator.
I was so wound up by the time we got to the bottom that I turned round and kicked him in the testicles, which shut him up.
Giles..
PS - I don't regard someone calling me "gay" as an insult (although I'm not), although this bloke obviously did.
astral
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PieEye said:When running I've had people shout stuff and I usually manage to hurl some abuse back as I have the advantage of already running away and thus don't look quite so cowardly
I was out running a couple of months ago, and had stopped to re-tie one of my laces, when a car drove past and the fat git behind the wheel lent out of the window and screamed "start running you lazy cunt!"
Hmm let me get this straight, I'm out running, you're driving around..... Unfortunately I was too out of breath and shocked to come back with anything witty
Monkeynuts
Hello sailor
A yellow jacket you say, Giles
trashpony
Hag
suzee blue cheese said:
Years ago, I was walking down the street on a sunny afternoon with a mate and this guy was walking towards us. We were talking and just moved aside like you do so we could pass one another, no eye contact or anything, and carried on walking. As he drew level, this bloke thrust out his arm, shoved me really hard and knocked me over and ran off.
Most peculiar.
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