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.
