Thursday night is an exciting night here in the North East; it’s alternative night and a good night to go out and socialise with friends. I must admit, it was a really good night and fun was had by all. However, like most things these days, good things have to be balanced out with bad things.

I was walking home and on my journey I decided to cut through a veiled part of the estate that would get me home faster; the route isn’t alien to me and I know it quite well. All of a sudden, I here someone running, I turned and looked and it was something that has been subject to a lot of deserved disrepute and ridicule in this country: A chav. I continued to walk on and he struck me in the back of the head, I fell forward and turned round, he then tried to punch me and I managed to catch his fist and hold on to it, he then tried to punch me with his free hand which I caught with my other hand. In an act of desperation to free him self, he attempted to kick me in between the legs and I locked my legs together keeping his leg in place. Now unable to retaliate, I pushed him forward sending both us to the ground, I pinned him down (face-up) and I told him to “calm the f*** down”, he then demanded that I let him go and I refused as I was concerned he may try to attack me again.

Whilst holding the chav to the ground, I asked him what he wanted, to which he replied “Your f****** money!” I then told him that he would not get it. Knowing that I would not submit to his demand, he apologised and asked me to let him go, I told him that if he tries anything when I let him go, I wouldn’t be as merciful. He promised me that he wouldn’t and so I got off him, thus, he was free. He got up and picked up his shoe and then apologized and explained that he only attacked me because I thought I was a “crack head”, he then had asked me if I could spare him a few pound so he could get “a bottle” and I refused to give him anything. He then walked off and I ran home, afraid he would return with his friends.