This Morning I was in our town centre(Kirkby) and this scruffy looking fella who stunk asked me have I got 'any change to spare him', so 'I said no mate I havent'.
He then says to me, 'Well let me check your pockets then', so I told him in the nicest possible way to 'FUCK OFF'.
Cool, nothing like being cheeky!!
HAd a few of these myself though in the past.
The other week after the mancs, walking up Oxford road, there was 6 of us and a few of us arn't the smallest. The guy asks us, we said no and it was like something out of The life of Brain. He followed us shouting you tight twats and all that so fair play to him for having Balls, we turned round and he shat him self and started to run, He dropped 3 fags and a can, so they got kicked around just to piss that cheeky twat off.
The other time was in Amsterdam, there was again about 5 of us and this little guy comes up and fronts us with"giz your wallets". The 2 lads in the front like their rugby and are about 6foot6 in height and about 19 stone apiece. The guy then pulls out a swiss army knife to try and be menacing!! I have never seen before or since anybody get hit that hard in the flesh! He literally took off for about 5 feet and was out cold before he hit the floor. We took his E's that came out of his tracky pocket for good measure and left him to wake up. Now I think about it, I wonder if he ever did!