Run ins with nutters

~Earl Grey~ wrote:

TimeGhost wrote:I think that's just wales for you mate

Possibly. Although I'm told that Scottish chav-types (this guy is more of a fat emo, but you know what I mean) are the most terrifying. I've met some of those types from North England and they were a bit scary. I suppose they're everywhere though, but the South Wales Valleys do have some nutters yeah.

I had another run-in today with some coke dealer from Cwmbran. Got a hookup through a friend who likes his sniff and is also pretty hard - he's done time, loves to spar UFC-style with whoever will indulge him (so that's my 66kg ass out of the question).

This nutter mate of his spent ages trying to find Pontypridd, got pissy with me over the phone even though he couldn't follow simple directions (he even managed to go from one far-reaching suburb of town to the one diametrically opposite between phonecalls - completely bypassing us).

Finally, after much "telenavigation" on my part, he arrived. I had no idea what to expect. My mate is pretty tough but fairly "normal", too. Yeah, he likes to party, etc, but he's rational enough, pretty generous and doesn't throw his weight around, etc. However, it shouldn't really have surprised me to see a Peugeot 306 with 3 topless meatheads inside angrily pull up. "strawberry float, here we go", I thought (they were already pretty intimidating).

The one we spoke to on the phone (curiously monickered "Jessy") stormed out of the car and angrily paced towards us, while shouting at our mutual associate. He walked right past me and punched him pretty hard (he blocked but it left a decent lump on his forearm), then gave him a dressing down for making him late. Apparently he was tagged and under curfew, so was pissed off because he was risking prison for this.

My mate was visibly shocked, you could tell that even he was a bit scared. Then this "Jessy" came up to me and demanded the money, so I gave it to him, then he asked how much was there. After I told him, he turned to my mate again and told him that he was slapping an extra tenner on for the inconvenience (we'd already put in one tenner for his petrol money). "OK, I'll sort it tomorrow", was my mate's sheepish reply.

He proceeded to grab the money out of my hand - then he reached for my pocket! At first I thought he was looking for more money but, thankfully, he was putting the delivery in my pocket.

In a vain attempt to placate the situation, I thanked him for driving out and (without admitting liability) expressed my regrets that he got lost. He then looked me in the eye and started shouting something about me "being cheeky" - replete with lots of stabby pointing gestures - then carried on barking about the extra tenner as he got into his car. Then they drove away (the others in the car didn't even get out).

Of course, the package was about 30% light and of lacklustre potency. But what the hell am I going to do about it?

I should also add that this was in broad daylight, about 15 yards from some shops, bars, etc and within spitting distance of the A470. We were under the impression that we'd be able to get in his car and transact while on the move, but that clearly wasn't possible so he just did it right there on the street. While making rather a lot of commotion.

Yoshimi wrote:A silver Mitsubishi Shogun pulls in across three disabled spaces and a woman gets out the passenger side and enters the shops. The fat driver leaves his engine running and a few minutes go by. He then opens his window and throws a cup of tea out the window. I shook me head. He then drives right at me and says "What's your problem?".

~Earl Grey~ wrote:

TimeGhost wrote:I think that's just wales for you mate

Possibly. Although I'm told that Scottish chav-types (this guy is more of a fat emo, but you know what I mean) are the most terrifying. I've met some of those types from North England and they were a bit scary. I suppose they're everywhere though, but the South Wales Valleys do have some nutters yeah.

I had another run-in today with some coke dealer from Cwmbran. Got a hookup through a friend who likes his sniff and is also pretty hard - he's done time, loves to spar UFC-style with whoever will indulge him (so that's my 66kg ass out of the question).

This nutter mate of his spent ages trying to find Pontypridd, got pissy with me over the phone even though he couldn't follow simple directions (he even managed to go from one far-reaching suburb of town to the one diametrically opposite between phonecalls - completely bypassing us).

Finally, after much "telenavigation" on my part, he arrived. I had no idea what to expect. My mate is pretty tough but fairly "normal", too. Yeah, he likes to party, etc, but he's rational enough, pretty generous and doesn't throw his weight around, etc. However, it shouldn't really have surprised me to see a Peugeot 306 with 3 topless meatheads inside angrily pull up. "strawberry float, here we go", I thought (they were already pretty intimidating).

The one we spoke to on the phone (curiously monickered "Jessy") stormed out of the car and angrily paced towards us, while shouting at our mutual associate. He walked right past me and punched him pretty hard (he blocked but it left a decent lump on his forearm), then gave him a dressing down for making him late. Apparently he was tagged and under curfew, so was pissed off because he was risking prison for this.

My mate was visibly shocked, you could tell that even he was a bit scared. Then this "Jessy" came up to me and demanded the money, so I gave it to him, then he asked how much was there. After I told him, he turned to my mate again and told him that he was slapping an extra tenner on for the inconvenience (we'd already put in one tenner for his petrol money). "OK, I'll sort it tomorrow", was my mate's sheepish reply.

He proceeded to grab the money out of my hand - then he reached for my pocket! At first I thought he was looking for more money but, thankfully, he was putting the delivery in my pocket.

In a vain attempt to placate the situation, I thanked him for driving out and (without admitting liability) expressed my regrets that he got lost. He then looked me in the eye and started shouting something about me "being cheeky" - replete with lots of stabby pointing gestures - then carried on barking about the extra tenner as he got into his car. Then they drove away (the others in the car didn't even get out).

Of course, the package was about 30% light and of lacklustre potency. But what the hell am I going to do about it?

I should also add that this was in broad daylight, about 15 yards from some shops, bars, etc and within spitting distance of the A470. We were under the impression that we'd be able to get in his car and transact while on the move, but that clearly wasn't possible so he just did it right there on the street. While making rather a lot of commotion.

Extract from Trainspotting 2 wrote:Possibly. Although I'm told that Scottish chav-types (this guy is more of a fat emo, but you know what I mean) are the most terrifying. I've met some of those types from North England and they were a bit scary. I suppose they're everywhere though, but the South Wales Valleys do have some nutters yeah.

I had another run-in today with some coke dealer from Cwmbran. Got a hookup through a friend who likes his sniff and is also pretty hard - he's done time, loves to spar UFC-style with whoever will indulge him (so that's my 66kg ass out of the question).

This nutter mate of his spent ages trying to find Pontypridd, got pissy with me over the phone even though he couldn't follow simple directions (he even managed to go from one far-reaching suburb of town to the one diametrically opposite between phonecalls - completely bypassing us).

Finally, after much "telenavigation" on my part, he arrived. I had no idea what to expect. My mate is pretty tough but fairly "normal", too. Yeah, he likes to party, etc, but he's rational enough, pretty generous and doesn't throw his weight around, etc. However, it shouldn't really have surprised me to see a Peugeot 306 with 3 topless meatheads inside angrily pull up. "strawberry float, here we go", I thought (they were already pretty intimidating).

The one we spoke to on the phone (curiously monickered "Jessy") stormed out of the car and angrily paced towards us, while shouting at our mutual associate. He walked right past me and punched him pretty hard (he blocked but it left a decent lump on his forearm), then gave him a dressing down for making him late. Apparently he was tagged and under curfew, so was pissed off because he was risking prison for this.

My mate was visibly shocked, you could tell that even he was a bit scared. Then this "Jessy" came up to me and demanded the money, so I gave it to him, then he asked how much was there. After I told him, he turned to my mate again and told him that he was slapping an extra tenner on for the inconvenience (we'd already put in one tenner for his petrol money). "OK, I'll sort it tomorrow", was my mate's sheepish reply.

He proceeded to grab the money out of my hand - then he reached for my pocket! At first I thought he was looking for more money but, thankfully, he was putting the delivery in my pocket.

In a vain attempt to placate the situation, I thanked him for driving out and (without admitting liability) expressed my regrets that he got lost. He then looked me in the eye and started shouting something about me "being cheeky" - replete with lots of stabby pointing gestures - then carried on barking about the extra tenner as he got into his car. Then they drove away (the others in the car didn't even get out).

Of course, the package was about 30% light and of lacklustre potency. But what the hell am I going to do about it?

I should also add that this was in broad daylight, about 15 yards from some shops, bars, etc and within spitting distance of the A470. We were under the impression that we'd be able to get in his car and transact while on the move, but that clearly wasn't possible so he just did it right there on the street. While making rather a lot of commotion.

Ad7 wrote:Drugs

Are they really worth all that gooseberry fool?

~Earl Grey~ wrote:

TimeGhost wrote:I think that's just wales for you mate

Possibly. Although I'm told that Scottish chav-types (this guy is more of a fat emo, but you know what I mean) are the most terrifying. I've met some of those types from North England and they were a bit scary. I suppose they're everywhere though, but the South Wales Valleys do have some nutters yeah.

I had another run-in today with some coke dealer from Cwmbran. Got a hookup through a friend who likes his sniff and is also pretty hard - he's done time, loves to spar UFC-style with whoever will indulge him (so that's my 66kg ass out of the question).

This nutter mate of his spent ages trying to find Pontypridd, got pissy with me over the phone even though he couldn't follow simple directions (he even managed to go from one far-reaching suburb of town to the one diametrically opposite between phonecalls - completely bypassing us).

Finally, after much "telenavigation" on my part, he arrived. I had no idea what to expect. My mate is pretty tough but fairly "normal", too. Yeah, he likes to party, etc, but he's rational enough, pretty generous and doesn't throw his weight around, etc. However, it shouldn't really have surprised me to see a Peugeot 306 with 3 topless meatheads inside angrily pull up. "strawberry float, here we go", I thought (they were already pretty intimidating).

The one we spoke to on the phone (curiously monickered "Jessy") stormed out of the car and angrily paced towards us, while shouting at our mutual associate. He walked right past me and punched him pretty hard (he blocked but it left a decent lump on his forearm), then gave him a dressing down for making him late. Apparently he was tagged and under curfew, so was pissed off because he was risking prison for this.

My mate was visibly shocked, you could tell that even he was a bit scared. Then this "Jessy" came up to me and demanded the money, so I gave it to him, then he asked how much was there. After I told him, he turned to my mate again and told him that he was slapping an extra tenner on for the inconvenience (we'd already put in one tenner for his petrol money). "OK, I'll sort it tomorrow", was my mate's sheepish reply.

He proceeded to grab the money out of my hand - then he reached for my pocket! At first I thought he was looking for more money but, thankfully, he was putting the delivery in my pocket.

In a vain attempt to placate the situation, I thanked him for driving out and (without admitting liability) expressed my regrets that he got lost. He then looked me in the eye and started shouting something about me "being cheeky" - replete with lots of stabby pointing gestures - then carried on barking about the extra tenner as he got into his car. Then they drove away (the others in the car didn't even get out).

Of course, the package was about 30% light and of lacklustre potency. But what the hell am I going to do about it?

I should also add that this was in broad daylight, about 15 yards from some shops, bars, etc and within spitting distance of the A470. We were under the impression that we'd be able to get in his car and transact while on the move, but that clearly wasn't possible so he just did it right there on the street. While making rather a lot of commotion.

Eighthours wrote:

~Earl Grey~ wrote:

TimeGhost wrote:I think that's just wales for you mate

Possibly. Although I'm told that Scottish chav-types (this guy is more of a fat emo, but you know what I mean) are the most terrifying. I've met some of those types from North England and they were a bit scary. I suppose they're everywhere though, but the South Wales Valleys do have some nutters yeah.

I had another run-in today with some coke dealer from Cwmbran. Got a hookup through a friend who likes his sniff and is also pretty hard - he's done time, loves to spar UFC-style with whoever will indulge him (so that's my 66kg ass out of the question).

This nutter mate of his spent ages trying to find Pontypridd, got pissy with me over the phone even though he couldn't follow simple directions (he even managed to go from one far-reaching suburb of town to the one diametrically opposite between phonecalls - completely bypassing us).

Finally, after much "telenavigation" on my part, he arrived. I had no idea what to expect. My mate is pretty tough but fairly "normal", too. Yeah, he likes to party, etc, but he's rational enough, pretty generous and doesn't throw his weight around, etc. However, it shouldn't really have surprised me to see a Peugeot 306 with 3 topless meatheads inside angrily pull up. "strawberry float, here we go", I thought (they were already pretty intimidating).

The one we spoke to on the phone (curiously monickered "Jessy") stormed out of the car and angrily paced towards us, while shouting at our mutual associate. He walked right past me and punched him pretty hard (he blocked but it left a decent lump on his forearm), then gave him a dressing down for making him late. Apparently he was tagged and under curfew, so was pissed off because he was risking prison for this.

My mate was visibly shocked, you could tell that even he was a bit scared. Then this "Jessy" came up to me and demanded the money, so I gave it to him, then he asked how much was there. After I told him, he turned to my mate again and told him that he was slapping an extra tenner on for the inconvenience (we'd already put in one tenner for his petrol money). "OK, I'll sort it tomorrow", was my mate's sheepish reply.

He proceeded to grab the money out of my hand - then he reached for my pocket! At first I thought he was looking for more money but, thankfully, he was putting the delivery in my pocket.

In a vain attempt to placate the situation, I thanked him for driving out and (without admitting liability) expressed my regrets that he got lost. He then looked me in the eye and started shouting something about me "being cheeky" - replete with lots of stabby pointing gestures - then carried on barking about the extra tenner as he got into his car. Then they drove away (the others in the car didn't even get out).

Of course, the package was about 30% light and of lacklustre potency. But what the hell am I going to do about it?

I should also add that this was in broad daylight, about 15 yards from some shops, bars, etc and within spitting distance of the A470. We were under the impression that we'd be able to get in his car and transact while on the move, but that clearly wasn't possible so he just did it right there on the street. While making rather a lot of commotion.

Coming to Channel 4, Thursdays at 10pm.

~Earl Grey~ wrote:

TimeGhost wrote:I think that's just wales for you mate

Possibly. Although I'm told that Scottish chav-types (this guy is more of a fat emo, but you know what I mean) are the most terrifying. I've met some of those types from North England and they were a bit scary. I suppose they're everywhere though, but the South Wales Valleys do have some nutters yeah.

freeda wrote:And you used to deal drugs to Glamorgan too right? What sort of life ar you living?

~Earl Grey~ wrote:

freeda wrote:And you used to deal drugs to Glamorgan too right? What sort of life ar you living?

I still shift (and grow now and then) a little green, but it's all very civilised. Most of my customers are also friends and I quite often socialise with them outside of the whole dealing 'thing'. It's actually quite good for the social life if you don't have just any old random knocking at your door (which I put a stop to years ago). I met a lot of my best friends through doing it.

This was different - it was me and another guy after a little personal. And, no, it certainly wasn't worth any of the hassle. But it made a cool anecdote...

~Earl Grey~ wrote:This was different - it was me and another guy after a little personal. And, no, it certainly wasn't worth any of the hassle. But it made a cool anecdote.

TimeGhost wrote:

~Earl Grey~ wrote:This was different - it was me and another guy after a little personal. And, no, it certainly wasn't worth any of the hassle. But it made a cool anecdote.

I thought it was all about the anecdote rather than some sort of demand for a solution, viz 'you think YOU know nutters?' and not 'why's I still poor', but what you think comes out as a cool anecdote is to some of us a verbose rant where mere incredulity at a situauion can look a wee bit like an request for help. Now I want to delete my patronising last para from my last post. You go girl.

~Earl Grey~ wrote:...local nutters (some of whom have offered to beat people up for me if they give me trouble or owe me money - of course I politely decline).

TimeGhost wrote:

~Earl Grey~ wrote:...local nutters (some of whom have offered to beat people up for me if they give me trouble or owe me money - of course I politely decline).

Always good to have contacts, though.

I remember one time a couple of years back I went to meet my usual guy, gets in my car and his russian mate who I'd never seen before sits in the back. Apparently they were on their way to pour petrol over this pole who had been a bad boy, but not set him alight. The phrase 'eye for an eye' was uttered, but I didn't extend the conversation.