Down here, no-one with anything less than a death wish would go to Worthing on a Friday or Saturday evening. Mind you, once, at about 4:30pm when I was walking to the railway station there, this snotty little kid, aged about 13, 14 ran up to me with what I assumed was a fake black revolver and pulled the trigger a couple of times, I thought nothing of it, but recent occurrences did make me wonder if he wasn;t a fledgling murderer...or the gun didn't work that time!
Posted By: Martin Peters, Aug 24, 17:28:48
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