I just had one of the worst weekends ever. I don't really want to write about this elsewhere, so I will write here, where nobody really knows me

On Friday I had to work 13 long hours. The motherfuckers aren't even paying me overtime. Basically a task which should have taken 2 hours after hours ended up taking 5 hours, due to pathetic management and poor leadership. I plan to leave within the next couple of months. I can't wait. I hate the place.

Anyway, after work I went to meet with some mates. We went to a club, and all was good. It was a fun night, and then we left to go home at about 3am.

I got the bus home with my flatmate. We got off the bus and started walking home. As we got close to home we saw 4 guys mugging this man. One of the assailants was wielding some sort of metal bar. The guy with the metal bar looked as though he was ready to swing it at the victim's face.

What would you do? Would you just pretend you did not see this happening? Would you turn a blind eye and just run home? I think it's a good test of your moral values.

I told the thugs to leave the man alone. They told me to keep walking. Then they kept threatening the man, so I told them to leave him alone again. Next thing, three of the guys came up to me...

I asked them "Why do you listen to that guy?(pointing at the dude still threatening the other guy with a metal bar)". They told me to just go. I wasn't gonna go anywhere unless they let the man go though. Then the metal bar guy yelled at them to take my money. They did nothing.

Then the guy with the metal bar marched over and started hitting me in the face with it. It all happened very quickly, and I guess you stop thinking normally, and just start acting impulsively. I grabbed the bar and tried to wrestle it out of his hands. Somehow I knocked it to the ground. I went to grab it, but as soon as I had it, his docile mates decided to push me over and have a "boot party".

The ring leader...

I just had one of the worst weekends ever. I don't really want to write about this elsewhere, so I will write here, where nobody really knows me

On Friday I had to work 13 long hours. The motherfuckers aren't even paying me overtime. Basically a task which should have taken 2 hours after hours ended up taking 5 hours, due to pathetic management and poor leadership. I plan to leave within the next couple of months. I can't wait. I hate the place.

Anyway, after work I went to meet with some mates. We went to a club, and all was good. It was a fun night, and then we left to go home at about 3am.

I got the bus home with my flatmate. We got off the bus and started walking home. As we got close to home we saw 4 guys mugging this man. One of the assailants was wielding some sort of metal bar. The guy with the metal bar looked as though he was ready to swing it at the victim's face.

What would you do? Would you just pretend you did not see this happening? Would you turn a blind eye and just run home? I think it's a good test of your moral values.

I told the thugs to leave the man alone. They told me to keep walking. Then they kept threatening the man, so I told them to leave him alone again. Next thing, three of the guys came up to me...

I asked them "Why do you listen to that guy?(pointing at the dude still threatening the other guy with a metal bar)". They told me to just go. I wasn't gonna go anywhere unless they let the man go though. Then the metal bar guy yelled at them to take my money. They did nothing.

Then the guy with the metal bar marched over and started hitting me in the face with it. It all happened very quickly, and I guess you stop thinking normally, and just start acting impulsively. I grabbed the bar and tried to wrestle it out of his hands. Somehow I knocked it to the ground. I went to grab it, but as soon as I had it, his docile mates decided to push me over and have a "boot party".

The ring leader picked up the pole again and started hitting me repeatedly with it, while his mates held me down and kicked me on the ground. Can anyone say "Cowardly cocksuckers"?

I lost track of time, but I think this all happened pretty quickly. The next thing this black guy came running up, and pushed the thugs aside and somehow scooped me up and said "Fucking run man!". I have no idea how I got to my feet so quickly, or how I was able to run at all after being beaten like this. But I ran like hell.

I don't know where the black guy went, but I ran behind a block of flats, and called the police. They were on the scene in about 2 minutes. Apparently about 6 other people also called them.

They got a statement from me and got an ambulance in. I spent all of Saturday in hospital. I had a heap of x-rays done, and I got a CT Scan on my brain, and not a single broken bone. No brain damage. I feel fucking lucky.


Here's my ugly head. It's actually not too bad considering what happened. My back, arms, legs and left side also have various bruises.


The thing that really upsets me is that my flatmate fled. He is a nice guy, but he's an absolute coward. The random guy that I helped also fled as soon as he could. Maybe if all three of us had just stood up for ourselves the thugs would have at least thought twice about what they were doing. If I was able to wrestle the bar out of the guys hands by myself, I am sure we could have contained the situation with three of us. One of the police that interviewed me said "What kind of a friend is your flatmate? He's a coward and left you for dead mate". Interesting comment coming from a cop I think. He also thinks I did the right thing, so that is reassuring, because I keep wondering if I did actually do the right thing.

Then there is the guy that came and rescued me. Is that karma or what? I have no idea who he is, but man, I owe you big time. Maybe I'll get to meet you during the court proceedings. The police told me later that you were among those who called them, and you had made a formal statement. Thanks dude!

The good news is that a cop came in to interview me at about 9am or so on Saturday, and he told me that they had a whole lot of statements from various witnesses. There were a couple of girls who were with the thugs, and they dobbed them in and gave the police full details of who they were and where they lived. Apparently a lot of locals saw it happening from their windows. The cunts were in gaol before I even got out of hospital. Their is also CCTV footage of them trying to smash a ticket machine at the train station. The police took my clothes for forensics to get DNA samples. Already several people have given positive IDs. They were busted by police only one week earlier for disorderly behaviour. They are FUCKED.

I'll be all healed in about two - three weeks. They'll be doing time for much much longer than that. I hate every one of those pricks, and I really wonder what I would have done if I could have just been that bit quicker to pick up the metal bar. Maybe it's best I didn't pick it up, because I was so full of rage and absolute hatred... I don't know. I hate to think.

The interesting thing is that even despite my injuries, I don't regret anything. If I see anyone in trouble, I'd help them. I am really glad I am not a coward.