Attempted Mugging in London Hyde Park

Not long after 9-11 in 2002 I was walking around the perimeter of Hyde Park in London, not far from Hyde park Mosque which I had passed previously and noted there were two Police Officers standing outside it guarding against revenge attacks for the Terrorist attack.

A bunch of about 6 Black Teenage males approached me and asked for the time. I looked at my watch and read it to them. “And your wallet mate.”
“No.” I responded..
“You’re not getting it.” I started to walk round them.
“There’s some police round the corner, outside the Mosque. Shall we see what they think about this?”
“Yeah mate. Yeah let’s see what they think.” One of the group said mockingly. I was walking quicker and was almost at the corner when the potential muggers lost their nerve.
“Er, it’s Ok mate. We’re sorry. We were just joking.” Said one of the group.
“Oh really? Well let’s see what the police think anyway shall we?” I shot back, fuming and pumped with Adrenaline.

The youths ran off and I was very grateful to walk up to the police and tell them what had just happened. We drove around in a Police van looking for them for a while but they had long gone.

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