Comments/abuse in the street

[gaijingirl]

A year or so ago a girl smacked me really hard outside the Ritzy in Brixton on a Sunday afternoon. I think she had just come out of 414 and was really off her face - well she was very obviously right off her face - her friends were pretty shocked at her behaviour. Adrenaline must have taken over, because I smacked her back...

I then went home and cried.

 

[suzee blue cheese]

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.

That would do it..

As he drew level, this bloke thrust out his arm, shoved me really hard and knocked me over and ran off.

Why do people so shit like that...

Years ago I was sitting in Bow Cemetery on a tree stump just across from my mate who was sat a couple of feet opposite, sharing a spliff. It was a lovely sunny morning and we were deep in conversation so we didn't pay much heed to the early morning jogger who ran past between us. Until he came back running between us again.. We both looked up briefly registering his floppy bits flapping, being naked apart from his trainers, and burst out laughing. Last we saw of him was his arse bobbing off through the trees.

Some people are mighty strange..

 

[poster342002]

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.

This happened to me in Brixton once. A great, hulking brutish oaf gave me a whacking great shove as he walked past for absolutely no reason at all.

 

[Roadkill]

About 12 years ago in Birmingham, a few of us were having a wander around Cannon Hill Park, off our heads on mushrooms. A jogger jogged past and my mate shouted "Shit! A jogger!". He wasn't being rude, it just startled him. He was most embarassed afterwards.

Similar story here.

Some years ago some friends and I did some acid - IIRC it was my first time - in a field just outside Durham. We were walking back down the lane through my old college, still spannered, when a dinner lady, complete with checked coat and apron, just emerged from the hedge in front of us. One of us shouted, 'Fuck me, a dinner lady!' We all either dissolved laughing or gaped at her, and she scuttled off looking rather peturbed. She'd actually come out of a small path from college through the copse, but it was a pretty surreal thing to happen when tripping off your head.

In the end we felt a little guilty since we must have seemed a bit alarming, all wide-eyed and dishevelled, shambling down this lane smoking and giggling insanely. But I dare say she'd seen worse at college formal events...

 

[trashpony]

Similar story here.

Some years ago some friends and I did some acid - IIRC it was my first time - in a field just outside Durham. We were walking back down the lane through my old college, still spannered, when a dinner lady, complete with checked coat and apron, just emerged from the hedge in front of us. One of us shouted, 'Fuck me, a dinner lady!' We all either dissolved laughing or gaped at her, and she scuttled off looking rather peturbed. She'd actually come out of a small path from college through the copse, but it was a pretty surreal thing to happen when tripping off your head.

In the end we felt a little guilty since we must have seemed a bit alarming, all wide-eyed and dishevelled, shambling down this lane smoking and giggling insanely. But I dare say she'd seen worse at college formal events...

I was tripping once and we came across some policemen. My friend starting dancing about, shouting and pointing 'it's the gnomes, it's the gnomes!'.

We managed to drag him off before they'd really clocked it was a peculiar reaction.

 

[girasol]

I'm pretty sure some arsehole in a suit mumbled something when he walked past my son and I this morning... But what could it have been?

I mean, what kind of idiot would make a comment to a woman and a son walking down the street? A psycopath? Do I give a fuck? Well, actually I do, just out of curiosity...

 

[May Kasahara]

I'm intrigued by the number of people posting on this thread who have randomly been pushed or hit by strangers. Who would have thought it was so common?

Anyway, I haven't had much in the way of random verbals since moving away from London, but I am completely unsurprised that Roadkill is experiencing a lot in Charlton - I got loads when I lived there. My favourite was when walking back from the shop, lost in my own little world; as I passed the cab office round the corner from the Valley Caff, the grotesque ancient scummer who ran the place gave me the classic 'Cheer up love, might never happen'. Obviously this instantly sent me into a rage and I think I snapped something at him about how he should never ever say that shit to anyone ever again. He lost his temper and started shouting 'You wanna get a life, love!" Like, yeah, I'm not the one standing in the doorway of my stinky cab office, showing my gigantic arsecrack, scratching my fleabitten belly and waiting for the next stranger to pass by so that I can verbally harass them in a pathetic attempt to distract myself from the essential worthlessness of my last, lonely years.

Otherwise I used to get the usual sexual/aggressive shit from wanky blokes, including the ever popular shouting from a vehicle. Once when I was walking home from school, there was a gigantic lorry waiting at the traffic lights and the driver shouted something sexual at me. I told him to fuck off and as the lights changed and he pulled away, he shouted 'I didn't want it anyway, you UGLY CUNT!' Cheers mate. I hope someone does the same to your teenage daughter. Actually, for her sake, I hope you don't have one.

The most bizarre thing I can remember is getting off the coach in Hastings with some friends - we were all teenagers and I was, admittedly, wearing a rather over the top hat. As my foot touched the pavement, this raddled guy shambled past and hissed in my ear 'take that stupid hat off'. To add insult to bafflement, he was wearing this ridiculous Frank Spencer beret that was crusted with gruff and dirt. That kind of set the tone for my weekend in Hastings.

 

[Orang Utan]

I used to get randomly punched on quite a regular basis back in Leeds.

 

[Roadkill]

Anyway, I haven't had much in the way of random verbals since moving away from London, but I am completely unsurprised that Roadkill is experiencing a lot in Charlton - I got loads when I lived there. My favourite was when walking back from the shop, lost in my own little world; as I passed the cab office round the corner from the Valley Caff, the grotesque ancient scummer who ran the place gave me the classic 'Cheer up love, might never happen'. Obviously this instantly sent me into a rage and I think I snapped something at him about how he should never ever say that shit to anyone ever again. He lost his temper and started shouting 'You wanna get a life, love!" Like, yeah, I'm not the one standing in the doorway of my stinky cab office, showing my gigantic arsecrack, scratching my fleabitten belly and waiting for the next stranger to pass by so that I can verbally harass them in a pathetic attempt to distract myself from the essential worthlessness of my last, lonely years.

Nice rant!

The taxi office is still there, but for sheer grumpiness the bloke who runs the laundrette opposite the station takes some beating! I've only been in there once, but whilst I was there he snarled at every single customer for something or other as well as swearing at a couple of guys walking past. Thankfully I've now got a washing machine so I no longer have to set foot in the bloody place!

Actually, aside from the 'you're a fucking wanker' comment, none of the comments I've had have been in Charlton itself. More often, it's shit shouted from cars when I'm walking into Woolwich. Charlton's fairly peaceable and rarely threatening. I quite like it, even, whereas Woolwich is a dump!

 

[Madusa]

i remember when i was young waiting for a bus to school and some random woman hit me really hard on the shoulder... i described her later and my mum happen to know her - a mental patient who had been let out.



Other than that...ive had the odd random comments but i tend to ignore them and not give them a thought.


However, must admit that when im on the back of my boyfriend's motorbike and we speed past cyclists, when there's a particular cute bottom wiggling away on the seat would have love to give it a bit of a playful slap.
Though that is something i would NEVER do...cos that's just wrong!

I guess some people cant make that same distinction.

 

[Monkeynuts]

So do you think this is why people are getting a playful slap in their particularly cute chops?

 

[Madusa]

oh go away! I would never fucking do anything like that and i dont know why people get abused so dont try to twist what i said otherwise!!

Ive been a victim too and it's nasty. get over yourself.

 

[Orang Utan]

I think he was just teasing madusa

 

[poster342002]

Many years ago I was in Stockwell tube station when two very strange people waved me over to them and pointed at an advert on the wall - at which point one of them punched me in the stomache. Not a word was spoken throughout.

 

[Madusa]

ok... fairymuff is that was the case... my reply was a bit harsh but you know how this place can get... didnt want anyone thinking i was some phantom butt slapper after a random anecdotal admission!



*thinking of doing something for ones own amusement is not the same as actually doing it for any purpose especially that of hurting/confusing, etc someone else.*

 

[Pip]

I get stupid comments every single fucking time I go out, which is why when I'm feeling particularly depressive I don't go out for days on end
In my experience it isn't exclusive to London by any means, although I think sexual comments (including completely random and unprovoked* threats of rape, wtf?) are much more common in London.

My friend shouted "YR MUM!!" at some boy she thought was insulting her in Basingstoke recently, only to realise he'd been taking the piss out of the teenage goth behind her

*disclaimer: please don't flame me in regards to whether threats of rape can ever be classed as having been provoked, I just mean I've got them when I've been walking along minding my own business.

 

[Monkeynuts]

ok... fairymuff is that was the case... my reply was a bit harsh but you know how this place can get... didnt want anyone thinking i was some phantom butt slapper after a random anecdotal admission!



*thinking of doing something for ones own amusement is not the same as actually doing it for any purpose especially that of hurting/confusing, etc someone else.*

Sorry... was just teasing by drawing a bit of an obscure parallel as if this could be some sort of explanation for all this bizarre behaviour that everyone has experienced.

 

[poster342002]

I think sexual comments (including completely random and unprovoked* threats of rape, wtf?) are much more common in London.

The attitudes towards rape are now, sadly, utterly shocking. At one time, it was seen as the lowest of the low. Now, many little twerps growing up today seem to think it's the ultimtate "hardman" act. Pillocks.

 

[Orang Utan]

Happy slappers beware:

 

[May Kasahara]

Actually, aside from the 'you're a fucking wanker' comment, none of the comments I've had have been in Charlton itself. More often, it's shit shouted from cars when I'm walking into Woolwich. Charlton's fairly peaceable and rarely threatening. I quite like it, even, whereas Woolwich is a dump!

You're not wrong. I've always been quite fond of Charlton, my nan still lives there and both my best friends lived there for ages, so I've spent a lot of time wandering its streets over the years. It is pretty chilled out.

There is no excuse for Woolwich, however. My friend once got stood up by her boyfriend at the time, or so she thought; he turned up on her doorstep about 4 hours later, bruised and bloody. He had been waiting at the bus stop in Woolwich and two lads walked up to him and smacked him full in the face with a hefty length of wood. They didn't even take his money, just knocked him out cold and fucked off.

 

[Spion]

When I used to live in London I often used to shoot off hillwalking or climbing for a weekend. I nearly always seemed to get comment in the street from nutters on my return. It was like they could sense someone who was too relaxed for the environment or something and felt an exploratory peck might be worthwhile

 

[LDR]

Happy slappers beware:

He looked like the sort of guy that can look after himself.

 

[sam/phallocrat]

There was a period of about 3 months around a year ago when it seemed that lotso f people were shouting at me out of cars. Nothing now though.

I may have shouted 'garies' quite loudly at one or two randoms whilst leaning out of a car, but I had a perfectly valid reason to do so at the time.

 

[Spion]

I may have shouted 'garies' quite loudly at one or two randoms whilst leaning out of a car, but I had a perfectly valid reason to do so at the time.

Eh? Did they understand you. I certainly don't

 

[William of Walworth]

Same as 'Kevs' innit?

 

[Spion]

Same as 'Kevs' innit?

That thought had crossed my mind, but the pluralisation???

These kids with their crazy talk

 

[waverunner]

I get a lot of random stuff. Usually its 'bitch' or 'slag' being yelled at me from across the street. But I've had a few instances where I've been followed/chased. Some guy even tried to run me over when I wouldn't go up to him and speak to him in his car (it was night time). He chased me all the way home in his flippin car, accelerating into my path every time I had to cross a road. Funny things happen too though. Like the nutter pulling my hair on the bus cos he liked to see it bounce back up when he let go. And the drunk bag lady grabbing my ass and yelling 'there's a wide one!'

 

[chio]

Honest to god, I can't see how you lot put up with that kind of stuff - if I had that happening when I went out I'd go crackers! What compels someone to shout "bitch" etc. at women walking down the street minding their own?!

 

[waverunner]

Honest to god, I can't see how you lot put up with that kind of stuff - if I had that happening when I went out I'd go crackers! What compels someone to shout "bitch" etc. at women walking down the street minding their own?!

Perhaps they knew me and I just didn't recognize them

 

[Mrs Magpie]

I did once pinch a stranger's arse on Coldharbour Lane but in my defence he looked exactly like a really old mate from behind and it was mistaken identity....he was startled at first but when he saw my total embarrasment and grovelling apologies he had a good laugh...he still smirks if he sees me on the street