egg thrown at me today

Out for a run today (9.2m 1:11:07) I feel a strange sensation between my ribs & my inner right arm. It's only when i see the egg smash 5 meters ahead of my that i realise that i've been targeted by a scummy  fiat punto, full of scummy chavs.

A bit further on their car has to stop behind traffic at a red light. I SO upped my pace to catch 'em. In my minds eye i could see their door locks being smacked down. I wasn't quick enough & on green, they could drive off. 

When these inadequate little w****** are old & grey I hope they remember the time when they used to drive around throwing eggs at people. T*****! (calm down gaz. the egg didn't even hit ya)

think i may start running towards on coming traffic to front em out. When you're on a pavement, you don't think it matters which direction you run. (clockwise/anticlockwise)

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  • shit gaz -what a bunch of wankers. They were probably out to just do it to anybody and in their very tiny minds , it is a laugh. I would probably wanna do what you would like to do -mind it would mean stooping to their low level.

    hopefully a better run tomorrow.

  • Gary, it's Halloween next weekend so the little sh1ts had to buy the eggs this weekend cos they know shopkeepers won't sell them to individuals next weekend.  They're low-life, rise above it and as Hoose says enjoy your run tomorrow.

  • Don't let 'em grind you down Gary.  I regularly run past a group of 'orrible teenage girls who think it's oh-so-funny to run alongside me for about 100 yards (that's about all they can manage). It is scary  when I'm on my own in the dark, and I've thought about changing the route to avoid them, but why should I?

    Prostitots, my OH calls them.  

    Mind you, I did discover that throwing a comment of  "a bit more exercise and you wouldn't have such a massive arse, love" over my shoulder had the desired effect as they all wondered which one of them I was talking about.  

    Until the next time I ran past them.  Hell hath no fury like the chav with a grudge...........

  • Hashette wrote (see)

    Mind you, I did discover that throwing a comment of  "a bit more exercise and you wouldn't have such a massive arse, love" over my shoulder had the desired effect as they all wondered which one of them I was talking about.  

    or as i heard on Benidorm this week.........  lovely colour hair, but what makes you die the roots grey?  
  • Hashette wrote (see)

    Prostitots, my OH calls them. 

    "Prostitots"-lol I like that. When I ran into some it was a cold winters night. They had minis on - Frostiprostitots I guess (though it sounds like a Greek eatery)

  • LOL bothimage

    Hoose, have you found yourself muttering "that won't keep you warm" yet?  'tis the thin end of the wedge and it started with me about 5 years ago

    My other stock one is my Grandma's favourite phrase - no sense, no feeling

  • Jesus, don't people remember when they were young and did things like that, they were just having a laugh!!!
  • No, but then I wasn't desperately trying to fit in with a bunch of prats

  • yip Hash - started a bit back. Be telling em to put on a vest nextimage
  • Horrible experience for you.

    I'm not looking forward to the fireworks - we had them thrown at us last year.

    I have absolutely no sympathy with this pathetic behaviour - and the verbal abuse has no excuse either - just stupid kids with no imagination or feelings.image

  • That's just horrendous.  It's getting to the stage now where runners will start carrying some sort of missile to throw at the scumbags in self-defence.  I'm lucky, it's never happened to me (yet) but when it does, I'll go fcuking apeshit! imageimageimageimageimage
  • There is a group of girls who hang around outside the flats where I live (although they don't live there themselves).

    I call them the 'chavettes', but although they get drunk, wear too little clothing and too much make-up, they are always friendly, and ask me where I've run, how far, etc.  They seem genuinely interested (but not enough to join in)!

    I've never had things thrown at me, and only get the usual white-van-man tooting and calling.

    One time a group of yoofs did start singing the theme from Raiders of the Lost Ark as I ran by.  Never really understood that one!

  • Oh bullocks I hadn't even thought about the fireworks... 

    We normally run on the canal towpath, but as its dark so early now we're having to re-think... Bullocks, bollards & more bullocks!!!

  • Of course, there is an answer to this problem - run very early in the morning when all the little scumbags are still asleep with their teddy bears and dolls...
  • I think you mean with their Playstations and X-boxes.
  • Yes, you're right. You never get any hassle first thing in the morning. 2 years ago, I was on a two month course. From the bus stop I had a 15 minute walk, through hoodie land to get to the training centre. At night it was really intimidating but early in the morning-no problem, birds singing & all quiet. The tough gangsta types don't like early mornings.
  • morning then gazimage - I did run at 4am once and some hoodies were going home.
  • 6am is perfect. Only other runners and the occasional very dedicated dog walker. Anyone else is clearly a psychopath.
  • apart from another runner of courseimage
  • No, they're psychopaths. Obviously. image

    So, 6am this morning: 1 dog walker, 5 runners (1 with a dog), 1 cyclist, 2 people walking to work and 1 potential psychopath (shaved head, heavy military clothing apart from the shorts...).

    But not a chav in sight, and the biggest gang was two runners.

  • jellied eels, ................................ when I was a young twat we'd throw jellied eels at people image
  • ...................... stoney silence ....................... the whole thread turns to stare at Pizza Man

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  • tut tut PM

    I used to climb top of building and throw flourt on peops (only 12 though)

  • Me and a mate turned the windscreen washers on his car sideways and squirted bus queues as we went past.

    Which was funny.

    But other than that I was good.

  • SoVeryTired wrote )

    Me and a mate turned the windscreen washers on his car sideways and squirted bus queues as we went past.

    Which was funny.But other than that I was good.
    LOL image
  • The great thing was watching reactions in the wing mirrors - most people looked up as if it was raining. image
  • tsk.
    You boys.

    [giggle]
  • Had a similar experience a couple of days ago Gaz - except I got slapped around the head.

    It wasn't hard, but I was shocked that someone thought it was OK to do that. Well anyway I started effing and jeffing at them. They ran off when I went nuclear and called them a bunch of c*nts.

    I was initially shocked that I'd use that sort of language, but as my mate said - you have to speak to them in words that they understand.

    It won't stop me running and I know they live near me so doubtless I shall be seeing the oily little g*ts again.

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