I think this is related and pertinent, as opposed to starting a new thread...
I am so wound-up right now, and have downed 'a little something' to help my stress, but I will do my best to curb my language.
My girl friend went to a place today which I often frequent. It’s a Shopping Centre and she took a train to get there on her own, as she has done so many times before.
She was in a carriage where a man who was to become very intimidatory started to talk to her. She couldn’t ‘escape’ from this situation, so basically had no option but to listen to him talk of his jailbird antics and nefarious record. He could have been on ‘something’, but who knows these days..
At one point as they passed a building, where he said he used to live, he told her “I torched it”. He went on to say that when he was in jail he had to share a cell with another inmate where he waited for him to go to sleep. He boiled water and mixed it with sugar before pouring it on the inmates face! There was much more, and I’ll save you the details, but you get the picture as she had to wait, and wait, to get to the destination for some 20 minutes..
Now I don’t know, anymore than she does, if this is all true about himself but he was certainly not what we would regard as normal. But given she is on her own, and the state of his 'thuggish' face and vulgar language, you can imagine how she felt and how any vulnerable single woman would have felt in that situation.
He demanded money from her but said he will pay her back if she writes her details down for him. (No way). In short, she ended up going to the bank with him following her and because it does not give less than denominations of less than £10 she withdrew £10 and gave that to him.
He wanted to follow her around but she said “no thanks you enjoy your day, I’m meeting my friend” in a bid to placate him and be on her way – which worked thankfully.
As coincidence would have it, I went to the very same place on my motorbike today and just as I was entering the centre entrance which I always use, we met each other.
She looked pale-faced and the first thing she said was that she has just had the most terrible experience. If I had been 3 or 5 minutes earlier I would have seen her, and him, as they passed the entrance I always use to the shopping centre. But I caught her on the way back from the cash point where she was going to go straight back home on the next train after this terribly distressing event.
Here’s where I am going lose control one day but for the fact I didn’t catch that bastard! I went around with her in the centre for the next two hours looking for that c

t !
There’s more to it than this, but after some ‘us’ time at the centre I met her back at mine later after seeing her safely on the train; I did not meet up with him.
When I got back to mine, long before Maria was to arrive, my neighbour was outside and I off-loaded. My neighbour was equally shocked and disgusted and she told me something I did not know and have never heard before.
She said if you are at a cash point and type your PIN backwards it notifies the police? Apparently, it’s a recognised distress signal but I have yet to verify this or find out how or if this works???
I am so pissed-off right now like you can’t believe! I am not a violent person, far from. But the day I have a choice between protecting the innocent or vulnerable and worrying about what I am going to do to a shit head – you had just better not be the shithead!!!
And if that day ever comes I do not expect the Law to side with me; but I’ll do what would have been the right thing 50 years ago for which I would have been praised...