come out minding my own business and had about 50 of the rags hardest boys eye balling me ready for a battle royale. no way was i backing down. took the first wave on, then the second, but unfortunately it then went on top.
basically i had no other option other than to pull out my customised and chrome plated beretta hand gun out. i waved it aboutmenancingly and shot 'mcfc - do not fuck' in bullets on the forecourt floor.
when they saw this, they all did one. shit bags. from there i had clear run to the met station where i got the tram home on my day saver ticket. good job, mummy gets worried if i stay out past 6pm