age: 32 (Oct 07, 1975)
MEMBER SINCE: April 2005
occupation: Procrastinating Writer and Office type guy. And part time DJ
into: Everything and anything....as long as I like it.
makes me happy: My friends. Waking up in the morning.
stats: I failed
gets me hot: A whole host of things...
most humbling moment: Standing half way up Vesuvius and looking down on Pompeii and Naples
sign: Libra
fantasy: You'll have to ask....
crush: Now that would be telling...
makes me sad: The news. The lack of a payrise....bitch, bitch, bitch.
body mods: Bionic thumbs and laser guided pinkies.
Jeckyl and Hyde.
That's he only way to describe the night that I have just had. It started off great - really chilled out seeing four great local bands in an ancient church. Cold, but atmospheric.
And then....
The walk onto a bar after the gig changed everything. This is kinda like Lost Season 4 changing everything. I was wih two friends and a large group were ahead of us - one of the two I was with needed to get some money from an ATM....but as he walked down towards it, it all kicked off. He was safe - not involved at all, but the sickening primal instincts of drunken "men" took hold and before you knew it there was a man lying prone on the floor with his head bleeding profusely.
I just clicked into action - one friend attended to him before I ran screaming for a qualified first aider - two ladies ran to help. My friend was calling for police and an ambulance, but I was looking into the centre for any on "pub duty"....there were none.
So, I went back - went into a bar and got a towel for the guys head and came out. By this point, the police were there. Five police for what was still an aggressive gathering. I made sure the guy was okay, and then redirected a string of cars and taxis back down the road as this shit wasn't going to clear quickly. I noticed that the towel I'd got was full of blood (the guy was speaking by now, though not exactly coherently) so I asked the police if they had a fresh one....they didn't, which was fucking shocking to be honest.
And then.....then Iwas fucking violated. Well, my mind was.....some utter cunt threatened me. Not an off the cuff run of the mill threat but a violent threat....something that was meant to make me feel afraid of him, to fear for my safety. And, it worked.....even with a policeman right behind me I felt that he was prepared to go for me.
Stupidly, I stood up to him....silent....hardly menacing but acknowledging him. Thankfully, my friend (6'5") got in front of me and took me away. I think I was just shocked...
That's he only way to describe the night that I have just had. It started off great - really chilled out seeing four great local bands in an ancient church. Cold, but atmospheric.
And then....
The walk onto a bar after the gig changed everything. This is kinda like Lost Season 4 changing everything. I was wih two friends and a large group were ahead of us - one of the two I was with needed to get some money from an ATM....but as he walked down towards it, it all kicked off. He was safe - not involved at all, but the sickening primal instincts of drunken "men" took hold and before you knew it there was a man lying prone on the floor with his head bleeding profusely.
I just clicked into action - one friend attended to him before I ran screaming for a qualified first aider - two ladies ran to help. My friend was calling for police and an ambulance, but I was looking into the centre for any on "pub duty"....there were none.
So, I went back - went into a bar and got a towel for the guys head and came out. By this point, the police were there. Five police for what was still an aggressive gathering. I made sure the guy was okay, and then redirected a string of cars and taxis back down the road as this shit wasn't going to clear quickly. I noticed that the towel I'd got was full of blood (the guy was speaking by now, though not exactly coherently) so I asked the police if they had a fresh one....they didn't, which was fucking shocking to be honest.
And then.....then Iwas fucking violated. Well, my mind was.....some utter cunt threatened me. Not an off the cuff run of the mill threat but a violent threat....something that was meant to make me feel afraid of him, to fear for my safety. And, it worked.....even with a policeman right behind me I felt that he was prepared to go for me.
Stupidly, I stood up to him....silent....hardly menacing but acknowledging him. Thankfully, my friend (6'5") got in front of me and took me away. I think I was just shocked...
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