True story.
I was heading into town last saturday morning to pick my bike up from work, had been out on the lash friday night and was still pretty battered.
On the train in, i was clinging on for dear life trying not to lose my breakfast.
Anyway, the time was about 9.30 am, i get off the train and walk around the corner towards work when i hear some kids jeering at passers by, wolf whistling at girls etc.
I turn to look (as you do) and see 2 15 - 16 year olds in hoodies, baseball caps etc. walking on the other side of the road in the same direction as me.
They immediately see me looking over at them and start shouting at me, first one shouts 'Oi, look at Elvis over there! haha', second one shouts 'What the f*ck are you looking at Elvis?'
I turn back to look where i'm walking and ignore them, still concentrating on trying not to be sick.
Then it gets worse, they start calling me a c*nt and a w*nker and generally laughing in my direction.
At this point i figure i have a few options, it's a good mile to my workplace, i'm sweating like a pig and still swallowing hard to stop myself throwing up.
Anyway, i was thinking, do i run, do i stop and confront them or do i ignore them. I can hold my own normally, but in this state i don't fancy my chances.
In my drunken state i must've thought it was a good idea to turn my head round exorcist style while wearing a massive cheshire grin
It was then i realised that i probably should've ignored them
They both in unison went 'What the f*ck???' and came walking over the street.
One stood along side me (the 6ft tall ginger freaky looking one) while the short one stood directly behind me. At this point (after soiling myself) i said to them both 'You alright boys?' while still smiling and totally cheerily.
The taller one looked me in the eyes and said 'F*ck you', then turned to his mate and said 'Do you want to smack him or shall I?'
I decided running was a bad move, so i stopped and calmly said 'i don't think you want to do that do you, it's half nine in the morning ffs' and then carried on walking, seemingly minding my own business.
At this point i was practically at the end of the road, my work to the right, town to the left.
They stopped at the end and i carried on walking, i could hear them say 'Come on, lets do im!' and then the other one say 'Na, i wanna go buy some fags'
They walked off towards town and i went back to concentrating on holding down breakfast
