| Comment | Once got grabbed from behind walking my dug in Castlemilk, mid 2000s. Jabbed something into my throat and held it there and told me to empty my pockets. All I had was a wee shite flip phone, so I dropped it on the ground, they picked it up and bolted away. Happened less than 30 seconds from my front door as well, mental stuff. Polis did all the usual statement taking but never heard further about it. My maw was mental about it, she spent ages phoning my number, hoping that someone would pick up so she could go off at them. |
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