Stu's Rusty Bucket

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

assault.

well.. tonight was bloody fun. NOT.

so i do extra work tonight to miss the rush.. making my way home, i grab the 6:40pm metro overland..

just me and my big folded up cardboard box (packing shit to take to stu + helens).. it gets crowded. all seats taken. the doorway is full of people.

this guy gets on and starts shout and yelling ‘fucking move it. c’mon moving. get the fuck otuta the way’.

i dont think much of it. some drunk shit wanting a seat i figure.

train slowly pulls out, we clear the platform end, ‘fucken move it awright fuk yuuuu’.
there is a kafuffle. someone pulls the emergeancy stopper.

fists go flying.  aahfuck. its some cockney bloke mouthing off, missing a few teeth. he has a dog with him (no lead). he’s pushed some guy into the door standing area. lots of yelling and bruha.

the guy next to me gets up and goes and drags the poor bloke on the receiving end back to sit next to me. so the cockney sits down swearing at everyone.. gets back up and comes back down towards us.

the poor chap next to me doesnt want to be there.  _I_ dont want to be there.
i left all this shit behind! i dont want it. i dont want to be in this fight. half of me is going ‘go away fucker i want to get home’… the other half of me is going ‘well its a crowded train, i have no room to manouver… i cant only get off a wrist or elbow lock or break his arm on the steel handle on the seat post or if i could get into teh isle i could stomp his knee’.

so he comes in swinging on this poor chap, and a few blokes trying and hold the other bloke away, thids guy is falling on me and my cardboard, so i cant get up. the woman opposite to me starts to sob and is getting really upset… so he starts to go back down the isle. the old birdd neext to me starts telling him off, making things worse. 

weve been in the train 15 minutes without moving. he is getting aggro coz we are not moving.
just keeps mouthing off and ranting.

its sorta quiet. everything is thinking ‘cool. make it last’ you can see it on their faces.. then i hear this ‘me fawken button. he ripped me fakken shirt wif me button’ and comes steaming down the isle again. for fucks sake! argh.  a punch of two and he goes back down the isle.

after 45 minutes the train reverses back into teh station. there is about 15 coppers and teh dog squad all there. all tooled up too.

we all had to give details for witnesses.  i had a brief chat with the sarge, hopped the next train home and have been pulling whisky frmo the fucking botltele3 since i got home.

for sll of the aggro the other bloke didnt have any injuries (visilble)
ig otta get all this shit down si o remember if i get called up to make a statement.