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Me and about 4 mates got threatened by a wanna be gangster in Moss Side by the International 2 I think. We agreed he could probably shoot maybe 2 of us before the rest of us stamped his head into the pavement. We're all still standing.
I'm shocked at the number of attempted child abductions !
Not sure what the guy had planned but he chased 6 of us (boys and girls aged 10-6) home from the local park. Luckily we all lived in the same street and our parents rushed out to see why the kids were running up a hill like their lives depended on it. The guy stood at the bottom of the hill, watched the hysterical children being consoled by bemused parents before turning and walking off.
Had an interview with a policeman later that day who said he knew who it was when I said he had a tattoo on his cheek..... we weren't allowed out to play for weeks unless one of the parents was there. Never saw him again though thank god !
The answer is, I'm not sure.
I do a bit of urban photography and have a penchant for dilapidated buildings. Was out on a wander in the back end of Birmingham (Digbeth for those that know it) and there was a great looking building that looked suitably moody, not only that, it also had what looked like an old fella stood outside having a fag. A perfect scene.
Took the shot and started to walk away when the old fella came running towards me, he was not old and instead was a very rough looking gangster type, probably 25, who was not overly chuffed about his picture being taken. He got right in my face, screaming and shouting, asked for ID and who I was, threatening a right beating, and demanding I give him my camera. And as this was a quiet end of town there was no-one else around.
After a couple of minutes of this adrenaline hit and something in me decided to get out of their or get stabbed, so I sprinted as fast as I could for half a mile towards the city centre. No idea how close to a serious crime that was, but I was extremely glad I'm fit enough to outrun most people.
I've been much more careful about taking urban shots since then.
I was in Paris on a school trip in July 1982, we walked past a cafe that the Armenian Secret Army blew up 30 minutes later.
Not a crime, but feels like a near miss as well - same trip I was stood next to a random tourist on the roof of the maritime museum which looks over the Jardins de Trocadero towards the Eiffel Tower, he was right next to me no more than a foot away, he dropped his camera, tried to grab it, fell over the parapet onto the slabs 50ft below, I've had an issue with heights ever since, but still love Paris.
I tried typing this on my phone but it just freezes up.
So, not me but my OH's uncle was quite the young man about town in that there London back when it was swinging and hip and all that on the gay scene. One morning he was awoken by some persistent banging on his front door.
Two plain clothes officers are stood looking anxious and asked him his name and for ID to prove it, when he showed them one dropped to his knees on the doorstep in relief and the other started chugging cigarettes for fun.
They'd gone through Neilson's house the day before and found a list with his name on it, one of a few that wasn't scribbled out.
He's got plenty great stories of life in London as young fella but no others about dodging murderers.
Not really, more of a tenuous link, but I was drinking in a pub opposite Westminster (St. Stephens Tavern) and then crossed the road and walked over Westminster Bridge a few days before the Westminster Bridge attack, along with hundreds of thousands of other people of course. It was quite sobering to think afterwards.
Mate of mine used to park outside Fred West's house occasionally, pretty much to the day he was discovered by police.
I have a few stories on this front, mostly from my last job!
I was on standby to be a relief Night BSO (guard) for our Droitwich branch but was not needed as the regular one was back, the night I could have been working there this happened:
The internal footage showed the BSO sat in their chair and only seconds before the JCB came through the wall did she get up to go to the loo, she hadn't moved for nearly an hour before that. So could easily have been me.
While out on my deliveries one day (security van delivering cash) I've twice had 'that' phone call where I've had to stop what I was doing and make my way to the nearest police station due to information of an imminent attack being received. Once was a false alarm, rabbit season and I'd been in a car park where someone had been seen with a shotgun in their car boot while I was collecting from Castell Coch Cardiff, but the other on was genuine and I had to floor it to Llanishen Police Station where the Armed Response officers had closed the high street down for me to get there safely. A gang was found waiting for me at my next stop, 3 banks in a row.
I've also had to report an imminent threat to an ATM crew when some man was asking me when the ATM was being refilled while I was collecting from a supermarket (separate vans). I knew they were usually due just after me as I usually stopped there for my lunch so rang it in to the reporting line and the police arrived and found a crew in a car tooled up for an attack.
I've also been in the uncomfortable situation where I was on night ATM replenishment work and have switched runs with another person only for them to be attacked later that night. They were beaten up quite badly and it was even worse as I was working at their branch to cover for staff shortages due to a wave of attacks. I had to spend a week off work and report my whereabouts at all times while they investigated it, standard procedure to ensure it wasn't an inside job. I was in the clear though as the other 3 lads (2 man crews) confirmed the person who was attacked had asked me to switch runs rather than me asking him.
Back when I worked for Barclays we had an attempted robbery but the guy was an outpatient from the local mental health hospital so was completely useless, he was also dressed as a cowboy. He was acting incredibly odd for a good 5 minutes in the banking hall so we pressed the Panic button and the police were there in under a minute (rural branch behind the police station!). He had a fake firearm in his bag but it had got tangled in an internal strap so he couldn't get it out to actually rob us! He was sectioned rather than imprisoned and his car was seized, a red Pontiac Trans-Am, and sold at auction. I bought it and then sold it on for a tidy profit. The only time I can say that crime has paid for me!
It’s scary that from the small percentage of the population that are on here how many of us were nearly abducted as kids.
Not me but a few of my female friends had close calls one evening. We were all roughly 14/15 and there was a red Escort van cruising around one Friday night chatting to all of the girls they could find. Word spread around quickly so nothing happened in our small town but the next night a 14 year old girl was abducted and raped in Builth Wells, only 20-odd miles away by a group of guys in a red Escort van. We all stayed at each other's houses for the next few months instead of the local parks.
Not me, but the mum of one of my kids classmates was involved (as a victim) in both the IRA bomb at the Arndale in Manchester and the bombing of the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. She was injured both times, thankfully not seriously.
My dad was in London during the late 70's and twice he was just a few hundred yards from where an IRA bomb went off. It was one of the reasons he moved back to South Wales.
Just the three for me. Witnessed two armed robberies, one at a jewellers in Bradford and one at a pub just outside Ilkley. The Ilkley one we were in the car park as then ran out so we gave chase. Unfortunately they were in a Golf GTI and we were in a Vauxhall Vectra so they dropped us after a few miles (drivers idea to chase not mine I hasten to add).
Third was the London Underground bombings. Was on a train in to St Pancras that morning but luckily it was due in at 9.05 so we got stopped at Kentish Town and turned around. Colleagues on an earlier train to Kings Cross also got prevented going down to the tube station but then walked to the office via Tavistock Square and only just missed that one too.
June 2017, London. Mrs a11y was putting our kids to sleep in hotel in Blackfriars. Rather than sit silently in a dark hotel room or hang out in the bar, I headed out along the Thames taking photos. Thankfully I didn't get further than Southwark Bridge before getting the "kids are asleep, plz return with wine" message. That was 90 mins before the atrocities on London Bridge and Borough Market. Very glad my kids decided to go sleep early that night.
I’ve been in a couple of fights in my youth that turned nasty. Just blind look that I didn’t get seriously injured. I was an absolute tool in my mid to late teens and wouldn’t back down from anything. One of said fights was an attempted mugging and another stepping in to prevent one.
Other than that I have two old friends who both did time for murder. One of them took his own life in prison. The other is out now and living a quite life. I’ve also been stopped by dodgy adults in cars when I was little and bimbling about on my BMX. As per other posters I just cycled off and told the parents. Oh and one of our neighbours when I was a kid turned out to be a flasher who, when caught, tried to make out he’d just been trying to show teenaged girls his furry pencil case.
Mrs Shep and I enjoyed a splendid evening meal and wonderful night time views of Manhattan at the Windows on the World Restaurant at the top of WTC1 on 10 September 2001. We vowed to return first thing the following morning to beat the crowds and catch the views from the observation deck in daylight. Fortunately, we followed the meal downing a good few cocktails at The Best Bar In The World, across the lobby. We left at closing time and totally slept in for the morning visit. We were woken by lots of sirens and turned on the TV to see news reports of a 'light aircraft' hitting WTC1. Once the 2nd plane went in and it was clearly terrorism, we phoned home to reassure family. Kind of sobering that a good bucket saved us from adding to the statistics.
Just missed the IRA bombing at London Bridge in 1992, had just got off the train and was into the bull run off the same platform when it went. Felt the shockwave wham through me. That was pretty scary.
And doing jury service at Borough, we had the day off when some guy got sprung from the security van as it entered.
And years ago as a venture scout we had an evening activity with the scouts running a checkpoint. I’d just packed a group of scouts off down the road when I heard 2 almighty impacts and legged it towards them (and in the same direction I’d sent the scouts). A very drunk drunk driver had cannoned his pick up off the back of another car which had people in it. Second crunch I heard was as the airborne truck landed on its side. Had to climb on top to pull the guy out then stop him doing a runner. Sat on him until the cops turned up. We had kids in that area all night!
Now I think of there’s more close calls I could mention!!!
and then crossed the road and walked over Westminster Bridge a few days before the Westminster Bridge attack
My son was on a school trip to see our local MP - being part of school council they had a trip to see Parliament, they were then supposed to walk over to the south side by the aquarium / city hall and have their picnic lunch there but because it was pissing down the coaches came and got them from Parliament Sq and they ate their lunches on the way back to school.
They'd have been an hour - 90 mins sooner anyway, but close enough.
But as said above, I've also seen the immediate aftermath of a multi-vehicle crash on the motorway that if I'd made a set of lights earlier, or not popped back into the house to grab something I could easily have been in.
A relative of mine was on American Airlines Flight 11 which flew into the North Tower of the World Trade Centre.
Decided not to rush to get a train home from London one afternoon.
Turned out i likely would have been on the potters bar one.
Made getting home fun that evening though
My friend was on the London bound platform when the train crashed into it. He usually commuted into the City early in the morning, but for some reason had taken the morning off. I think it quite affected him as he wouldn't speak about the experience.
Nearest for me was nearly getting a good kicking when 4 of us Leeds fans were surrounded by about 12 Man City fans near Elland Road, not helped by one of the guys I was with was having a verbal go at them. Fortunately, some Police on horses passed nearby and saved the day.
Also got chased by two guys after I had finished a shift as a barman at a pub in Headingley, one I knew as a customer who had been barred for trying to headbutt me a couple of weeks earlier and was very heavily built and known as being a bit of a psycho, the other I didn't recognise but had apparently also been banned from the pub for assaulting the manager with a knife. They were both sat on the wall of the church opposite the pub under some trees and I was walking to get a Chinese when they saw me, and the first guy recognised me for getting him barred and came at me. I tried to do a runner but was caught by both outside the pub opposite the one I worked at, and had just taken a couple of blows when the landlord of the pub heard the commotion and came out and pulled the two guys off. Fortunately the landlord knew the psycho guy very well so the attack ended there. The Police got involved but (maybe stupidly) decided not to press charges.
Not me but a friend from Sunderland...
During the 70s he was a kid in Sunderland, he wondered why his Dad never went to work other than working away a few days a year? Lived in a nice house, nice cars, nice holidays but not flash.
Anyway years after his old fella passed away his Uncle told him just before he passed away that the brothers made a living from "doing" Securicor vans in the "smoke" during the 60/70s none of them ever got nicked.
I was cycling to work for a nightshift across a local park. I noticed a gang of youths by a playground who sort of ran towads me, although they didn't manage to get closer than about 20 yards as I went by and since it was dark I really didn't know what to make of it. Next night at roughly the same time, same place, some bloke on his way to the shops was attacked by a gang of youths & two teenage girls were charged with attempted murder (never did find out if they were convicted)
But as said above, I’ve also seen the immediate aftermath of a multi-vehicle crash on the motorway that if I’d made a set of lights earlier, or not popped back into the house to grab something I could easily have been in.
I've had a couple like that - one a motorway pileup where I was stuck a few hundred metres behind it for 6hrs while they cleared up all the dead people. The second was cycling to work one morning, I got 100m down the road and realised I'd forgotten my work pass which cost me a minute or two. 20 mins later approaching the turn onto the bypass, there was a massive crashing noise - when I got there a lorry had overturned on the roundabout. I'd have been right on that roundabout without the delay.
A university friend of mine was on United Airlines Flight 93 - on September 10th. Flew out of Newark, landed in San Francisco for her to continue her USA holiday.
the landlord of the pub heard the commotion and came out and pulled the two guys off
One way to de-escalate the tension!!
My first proper job was working for a BMW dealer in Stafford where I lived. In 1982 I travelled up to the dealer in Coldstream in the Scottish Borders to collect a car we'd sold and drive it back. This was at the time of the disappearance of Susan Maxwell from the village, she was found just outside Stafford 260 miles away and eventually the serial killer Robert Black was convicted of her murder. I was visited by the police and interviewed about the reason for my journey, pretty scary.
I was born in Hyde, less than a mile from the Hattersley estate where Myra Hindley and Ian Brady lived, we moved to Leeds in the mid '60s and used to travel back and forth across the moors where the bodies were found. My auntie's GP was Shipman as well.
Back in ’94, a group of staff from the Glegg Arms split between two cars to travel to a football tournament in Manchester. In a last moment change, it was decided I wouldn’t travel in Andy’s car and Andy set off with his passengers. Next time we saw their car was with Andy dead ~5mins up the road on a lethal crossroads on the A540, with passengers injured but thankfully they all made it.
I don’t know if more has happened since, but Andy’s mum was still campaigning to get this crossroads made more safe in 2017.
Bugger all change at the moment - that's just down the road from me. There's rumours there'll be something done soon...hopefully. Some funding has been secured apparently.
Heard a bomb go off close by in Belfast in the 90s, which was eye opening. My Dad was held up at gunpoint when we lived abroad. He held his nerve and refused to get out of the car, figuring that if they shot him there, it'd need a good clean. They waved him away.
I have a friend who walked away from the Moorgate tube disaster and was sat at his desk on the 9th floor of the World Trade Centre at 9am on 9/11 and walked out of that as well. He now makes a good living as a landscape gardener in upstate New York, bit less danger involved!
For a few years after my dad died, my mum, sister and I would shlep off to London for Christmas and the new year to get away from being treated like charity cases by our friends and relatives. 😀
My mum and sister would go mental spending all day shopping - back then, in the late eighties, clothes were
dirt cheap in London compared to Ireland - and that wasn’t really for me, so they’d give me a bit of cash and send me off for the day doing my own thing.
Now back then, caricature drawing was still a thing. Nowhere near as naff as it seems now. I decided to pay for one and while I was sitting there being caricatured, some older guy started chatting to me. He said there was a party in an apartment nearby and there were going to be loads of people there, lots of girls (I would have been 15/16 at the time) and it was completely free, you can imagine the shpeel. And even worse, I was kind of taken in and was thinking about it, and said to him to come back when the guy had finished the drawing. And when he did finish, I was paying him, and saw the party guy coming back. At which point the artist just said, “turn around, walk ****ing quickly mate and don’t even think about going to any party...” (or words to that effect - I can’t remember the exact warning). That was enough, I just high tailed it out of there. Jesus though, when I think what I potentially escaped... 😬
Someone tried to grab my mate as he did his paper round, a week later the same person grabbed and murdered another paper boy in Hagley just up the road.
Nearly got murdered in Galway, me and a mate, English lads in twenties with cropped hair on a night out, VERY PISSED, looking for a late drink got "befriended" by a lass who says she knows where to go. She leaves waiting on some steps while she nips off to make a call. We suddenly realise what's occurring and quickly scoot off into the night. Still found a late drink too!
Sort of close but maybe not really, plenty close enough for us though.
Mrs P and I were in Paris to see a concert in November 2015. Ours was at the Bercy stadium on the Wednesday, we flew home on the Thursday night. Friday night was the attack at another concert. 130 dead.
He’s got plenty great stories of life in London
Me too, as I was homeless in London in 1984/5. But If I did I'd have half of Fleet St on my doorstep as well as special branch.
But those stories and the information I shan't be discussing on a near public forum.
Yeah, was in a cab in Riyadh and the driver took a fancy to me. I was 23 year with blond flowing locks...he got his tackle out and said he’d take me back to his for fun times. I wasn’t really up for those sort of fun times.
I kind of needed to go to work. So I’m ashamed to say I hit him (the first and only time I’ve ever hit someone as an adult) and ran out of the cab into rush hour traffic. Raised the heart rate a tad.
I lived in a wee town in Perthshire (Coupar Angus) until I was 10, and went to the primary school there.
I'd be about 8 or 9, and I was singled out for some intense bullying by a then 14 year old from the attached junior secondary, where my mum taught. Pretty odd behaviour, a 14 year old bullying a wee 8 year old, in retrospect; he didn't only terrify me, he actually assaulted me and left me with some pretty nasty bruises. We moved away much to my relief. A few years later the guy was convicted of murder, after beating an elderly man to death (with his own walking stick) and throwing him over a bridge.
Who knows ? lol. I've certainly been around plenty crime that's for sure 🙂
I reckon I've dodged at least one murder though.
During the 1984/5 football season, me and my friends sat in the same block of seats for every home game. We were a bit late getting to the ground for the last game of the season. My team had won the league, so the crowd was larger than usual and no seats were available in our usual place. So we sat at the other end of the stand.
Half way into the first half a fire broke out in the block of seats where we normally sat. The fire developed really quickly and tragically the result was that 56 people died. I often think about what could have happened if we hadn't been late getting there that day.
My parents invited my Maths teacher round for a week during the holidays to give me extra tuition. On at least several evenings they used the opportunity to go out leaving him to babysit. Following summer I did an organised cycle tour ending up in Scarborough where he lived - he came and picked me up and took me for a drive around Scarborough. Nothing happened (to me) but many years later he was convicted of you know what whilst at the school I attended.
Junior school. One female temp teacher took a shine to me, got me on my own once for a chat, but was interrupted by another teacher.
She left not long after. I was far too young to know what was going on.
The local vicar allowed all the local kids to play in the vicarage. Nice chap, young, seemed ok, but would be quite selective of who he let in the house, i.e. not us. We were told that we werent to go there anymore, he wasn't allowed to let kids damage the property.
He was heavily involved in my high school, was well regarded, ended up performing my older sisters marriage.
Roll on a few years, he appeared on GMTV, then police got a call claiming he'd abuse kids. Several corroborated stories and he's arrested and put in jail.
High school.
Deputy head was a bit of a weird one. Seemingly nice enough, used to take boys swimming classes after school. Didn't think much of that, aside from being a bit playful with done of the younger lot,around 14 ish.
When I was in 6th form, I'd been out on the bike in our games class, popped into his office about one of the class assignments. He straight up asked me to lift my t shirt and show him my cycling shorts. I just said, no, don't think so, and left it. Still not sure why I didn't say anything to anyone!
Away from pervs.
Nearly got mugged for my bike in maryhill whilst riding up for a MTB club ride. Two neds, bit worse for wear swinging empty Buckie bottles at me. Thankfully I was quick and managed to dodge and shoulder them out if the way.
Couldve been serious as I don't think I'd have given up my bike easily. :-/
Not me, but a few years ago I knew a Woman who was a firearms officer in GMP, she was back in the station part way through signing her weapons back in at the end of her shift when the call came through to attend a burglary. Due to the delay in getting her weapons back out two of her colleagues got there before she did, sadly those two were killed by Cregan
Overslept and missed my usual train to Paddington.
Although I don't think I dodged anything, I was fairly close to a couple of infamous crimes. In 1987 I was in my second year of a Computer Science Degree at Thames Poly. I was made team leader for an assignment group including a student called Mahmood Hussein who was retaking the year. I gradually became fed up of trying to chase him up for his contribution to the team effort. Anyway after a short break for a reading week or Easter we found out he wasn't coming back to college because he had been arrested for the murder of a third year (from the same course at Thames) student at Preston, who was out on an industrial training placement. The third year started going out with an ex of the murderer who went to confront him at his digs. After killing Peter Mosley he also murdered his two flatmates. I think he was released from prison in 2010.
Forward to 1995 I was working as a Further Education Lecturer in IT at Erith College in South East London. One of my classes were a back to work set of mature students. One of the students, Graham Moore, seemed to particularly enjoy my sessions on Computer Security. Anyway just before the end of the academic year I heard he had been arrested for ATM fraud. He and his older brother were part of a gang created by the infamous Kenneth Noye (M25 Road Rage murderer) to intercept data between ATMs and the banks. He still came to the end of year drinks in the local pub with us and brought his brother along. Really charming, friendly guys. They claimed that the police had no evidence and they would be cleared. They said (I doubt this was true but it wound me up at the time) that the police had confiscated all his lecture notes and wanted to know who this lecturer was that had been teaching him all about computer security. Anyway the brothers went down for about 3 or 4 years each and they were all dubbed 'The hole in the wall gang' by the national press. I think the first of many to get that tag but they were more sophisticated than the ones who used JCBs.
That year I got out of working in IT for something a bit more sedate.
On two separate occasions in Nigeria, first was a carjacking at one of the few working traffic lights in Benin City, luckily a police chief in his car saw it happening and got his driver to overtake and stop our car, the driver ran off his accomplice was dragged out of our car by 2 other coppers and thrown in the back of the pick up, Police Chief came round to our hotel that night for a meal and drinks lovely chap.
Second, we had 2 armed robbers run into a bar/restaurant one had a sawn off shotgun the other had a pistol, sawn off dude came running to the rear were we were sat waving his gun, the guy behind the bar switched off all the lights, as there was no natural light in the back he went bowling into a table whereupon a couple of local guys jumped up and down on him for a while, his mate at the front was mobbed by more locals, the pair were then dragged away by the doormen.
I got in terrible trouble for buying tickets for a music festival without figuring out how I was going to get there (and presuming a parent would drive me). My teacher and neighbour happened to offer me a lift, because he was going too. Hurrah! Problem solved. Only, weirdly, it was solved by my mum then insisting that my dad drive me up to the festival. I didn't know it at the time, but for some reason my mum didn't like him. A year or so later and it emerges he's been sleeping with a bunch of underage girls in the year below me, and the grooming all started when he drove them up to that festival. He went to prison.
I had to read that a couple of times to clarify who exactly was doing the noncing.
Weird isn’t it - I was propositioned by a couple of middle aged guys driving past in a car when I was, what 12 years old maybe. I never felt threatened but was, as you can imagine, deeply uncomfortable. It’s 40 years later now and i’d never really thought about it til reading this thread!
Once sent a letter in to Jim'll Fix It. Wasn't selected, but with hindsight it still feels too close for comfort!
Nearest for me was nearly getting a good kicking when 4 of us Leeds fans were surrounded by about 12 Man City fans near Elland Road,
I was going to say I've been fortunate, but I had one of these also.
Me and a mate walking through Burnley centre one evening, traversing between two pubs. Me with long hair and leather jacket, mate short hair but similarly attired. From across the road I spy a group of townies plotting a diagonal intercept course towards us. All a couple of years younger than us, but I dunno, eight of them maybe? We didn't break stride, ignored them.
As we passed I heard one of them say something weird like "bump him" and another shoulder-checked me. I whirled around and glowered at him, and without further ado he punched me full in the face.
Then I realise, they're forming a circle around us. I 'did the math,' looked at Matt and went "RUN!" We took to our heels down the road, round the corner and down the hill to the next pub with these neds in hot pursuit.
... whereupon the rest of the group I was with had either wondered where we'd got to or seen us approaching at escape velocity and spilled out of the pub to investigate. The sight of 20-odd biker metalheads spilling out of The Carlton gave the little shits Sudden Acute Confidence Failure and they sodded off sharpish.
I was round a mates house when we were about 13/14 in the mid/late 80's.
anyway his Dad had gone out to pick his Mom up from work and we were on our own waiting for his sister to come back from work.
Door bell rang and we thought it was his sister and she'd forgotten her keys.
Open the door and there's this middle aged women standing there - asked if his parents were home as she was 'lost' and needed some directions.
So we asked where she was going and she said somewhere fairly local to his house so he gave her directions - she then asked if we could show her where it was - she became quite insistent and positioned her foot so we couldn't shut the door.
Anyway, my mate sister walks up the road from work and this women makes her excuses and leaves.
Didn't think anything of it until about an hour later after his Mom & Dad had got home and I was flicking through the local paper he'd come back with - turn to page 2 and there's a photo-fit of the women staring at me - wanted for a string of attempted snatchings!
Needless to say the Police were called at that point.
Once sent a letter in to Jim’ll Fix It. Wasn’t selected, but with hindsight it still feels too close for comfort!
Was the letter...
"Dear Jim,
Can you fix it for me to appear on It's a Knock out? Love from si77"
I was walking my dog as a kid (about 10-12yo) in the park. Some new houses were being built in the next field and back then, you could just wonder into building estates and houses, which I did. Then I noticed a man nosing about so thought I'd better go. He followed me round the woods and into the park - far enough for it to be intentional. I stopped in the park where a game of cricket was on, the guy stopped and awkwardly pretended to be inspecting a tree's leaves, so I told one of the cricketers I thought the guy was following me. Nothing happened as far as I'm aware, but a couple of days later I saw the same guy in the park, sitting watching kids in the playground so went home and had the police called.
It was the last I heard of it, but it still keeps me awake at night wondering what *might* have happened had he approached me 😐
got sent by work to an awards ceremony in London, tried to get on a tube to get the train the next morning but there were massive delays, it was 7th July and if I'd have left earlier I could have been on one of the trains. only found out what was going on by walking from Albert Hall to Euston because everyone was stood outside office buildings with the lobby telly's tuned to the news