running away stories here, please.
Me and a mate got attempted mugged by members of the Bury Park Youth Posse in Wardown Park, some time in the early '90s. Said 'mate' ran like the clappers (Aesop was right). I lasted about 40 seconds of a kicking from five disgruntled Asians before some bloke with a dog came over yelling abuse at all of us ( because 'children play here'). The gang went into 'huh?' trance, so I legged it back onto the main road and jumped on a bus, doing the adrenaline electro-spaz twitch for the next hour.
We did raids on a few pizza restaurant lunchtime buffets when I was younger - literally in, out and running down the street in different directions, with gobfuls of pasta and potato salad, trying not to be spit it all out from laughing.
Got chased by an angry, shaven-headed man with a spanner who jumped out of a van, for no apparent reason, through an estate in Camberwell. I had a Celtic scarf on, which is the only reason I can think of. Either that or he just hated my face. Didn't stick around to ask.
Nicked a hoover from a student party (cos we couldn't afford one), and tried to make it with our booty back out onto the main road by vaulting over a series of back garden fences. Only I collapsed some Nigerian guy's fence and did my shin in, and he rushed out with 3 mates and called the police. My flatmate Andy tried to get up a drainpipe and fell off, busting his back. Spent a night in a cell and got a 'criminal damage' caution for that lark. Fuck knows what happened to the hoover.
I've run away from numerous taxis over the years, mostly successfully - occasionally making a complete hash of it. Falling over and then trying to mount a small barricade of shopping trolleys to jump over a wall to god knows where is the stage where you think, "It's probably less hassle putting my card in the ATM and paying the guy". Though my new tactic's to get out my phone, when they try to lock the doors, and start threatening to call 999, while self-righteously screaming, "Is this what you do when you get 16 year old girls in the back? Up the price and then lock the doors, you sicko?" You can often get away with not paying the other fiver through this method.
Got chased around Sukhumvit by a ladyboy who kept trying to grab my bollocks. Sounds funny, but Thai katoeys are hardcore violence junkies. Apparently one of them had kick boxed an American tourist into a coma a couple of nights before. Thank fuck s/he was drunk, I managed to get away and hide in some sordid bar where the girls were all in school uniform and an Arab was getting sucked off in the corner.
I was once buying speed off some Irish bloke when I suddenly became convinced he was a cop. Completely illogical, but I just stood up and said, "Hang on a minute", and scarpered out of the pub into the night.
Hyde Park Riot '94 - this is one of my favourite brags. Got caught in a group of stragglers and baton charged by riot cops, and managed to somehow throw myself over the railings, sprain an ankle and keep running to Green Park station.
I once took a shy girl with a squeaky voice to the cinema and it was a date from hell, couldn't get a bit of chat or enthusiasm out of her. I ran away half through the film, leaving her a ' biggest jerk I went on a date with' anecdote at least.