I have a fairly small list of these but I can't be the only person that experiences this and would like to hear the experiences of others.
I've been stopped in Newcastle a few times by fairly well dressed people that have somehow "lost their train fare" and need to get home and could I give them some money. Strange how all of them that have asked me have Geordie accents. Last time that happened I was heading to uni so maybe they target students that might not recognise the accent.
A couple of years ago I was waiting for a bus at an interchange and from behind I heard "Scuse me... What it is, is..." I turned round ready to ask if the story culminated in me being asked for money but surprisingly he was talking to someone else. I've developed a very prickly way of dealing with these beggars and have been waiting to try that one on someone
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A year or two earlier than than that I was heading to M&S in Newcastle and was stopped for 50p by a woman I recognised from somewhere else (distinctive and with ginger hair), which I pointed out by saying "It was a quid last time". The best bit was she took a draw of her cigarette mid-way through asking me for 50p, it was "Excuse me... ppppffftttt... could you lend me 50p?". Speaking to a few friends I think it's all she does as descriptions match.
Was talking to an ex-bouncer steroid monster in a gym and even he was getting stopped for money walking his dog at late hours. He said what chance have normal people got if they were stopping him LMAO.
Yesterday, I forgot my trainers so had to abandon my trip to the gym and went for a pint after work instead. Just left the high-street pub and some smartly dressed chap with what I think was a soft American accent said "Excuse me, can I ask how your day's been?". I looked at his tie, friend wearing a tie, both wearing jackets with emblems on the arms (is that to look official?) although I think they were part of the jackets rather than added later. I asked "What do you want?" and got some response about wanting to make people's days better or some shite like that. I suspect Jehoovers there, don't let them suck you in. Told him I didn't have time and walked off.
Earlier in the week I had to brush off some shell-suit clad smackhead in the interchange on my way to Wilko, I could see him pestering people and thought "here we go...", "Scuuuuse meeee maaaate, ahhh donnnnn't sposssse...", "Sorry, I don't have time.".
Try walking through Gateshead or Northumberland Street in Newcastle, it's like run the gauntlet. Assorted tin rattlers, "Who pays your XYZ?", compensation... I'd just read something about chuggers tactics and days later on Northumberland Street some woman with a bucket approached me with "You've dropped something." I didn't even need to look on the ground as I'm always conscious of what is where on my person and had read that exact thing in the papers earlier.
The day is not yet here where someone standing on the street can tell me something I need to know. I don't want ADSL again and I don't want to pay your six-figure charity boss salary for the two hours a week he works and I don't need compensation for anything.
They have been chased off now (there was actually a hobby bobby standing there once asking passengers if they were being bothered by anyone!) but on days where I went to the the gym I was greeted by the Daysaver ticket scroungers. Same smackhead four times a week "Finished with ya ticket mate?", "I've got a pass.". Four times every week. Sometimes there was a gang of four. Same Metro station used to house an old alchie who stopped me once and I told him I had no money, he said he just wanted the time (big clock hanging above the ticket machines) and I walked off. Over an hour later I was coming back from the gym and there he was again so I said "Half six." and walked past. Where do they sell these tickets? I used to see them scrounging and taking them off the machines at 18:30 on a Tuesday etc. and the last Metros are 23:30~00:00.
Happy Happy Joy Joy.
I've been stopped in Newcastle a few times by fairly well dressed people that have somehow "lost their train fare" and need to get home and could I give them some money. Strange how all of them that have asked me have Geordie accents. Last time that happened I was heading to uni so maybe they target students that might not recognise the accent.
A couple of years ago I was waiting for a bus at an interchange and from behind I heard "Scuse me... What it is, is..." I turned round ready to ask if the story culminated in me being asked for money but surprisingly he was talking to someone else. I've developed a very prickly way of dealing with these beggars and have been waiting to try that one on someone
.A year or two earlier than than that I was heading to M&S in Newcastle and was stopped for 50p by a woman I recognised from somewhere else (distinctive and with ginger hair), which I pointed out by saying "It was a quid last time". The best bit was she took a draw of her cigarette mid-way through asking me for 50p, it was "Excuse me... ppppffftttt... could you lend me 50p?". Speaking to a few friends I think it's all she does as descriptions match.
Was talking to an ex-bouncer steroid monster in a gym and even he was getting stopped for money walking his dog at late hours. He said what chance have normal people got if they were stopping him LMAO.
Yesterday, I forgot my trainers so had to abandon my trip to the gym and went for a pint after work instead. Just left the high-street pub and some smartly dressed chap with what I think was a soft American accent said "Excuse me, can I ask how your day's been?". I looked at his tie, friend wearing a tie, both wearing jackets with emblems on the arms (is that to look official?) although I think they were part of the jackets rather than added later. I asked "What do you want?" and got some response about wanting to make people's days better or some shite like that. I suspect Jehoovers there, don't let them suck you in. Told him I didn't have time and walked off.
Earlier in the week I had to brush off some shell-suit clad smackhead in the interchange on my way to Wilko, I could see him pestering people and thought "here we go...", "Scuuuuse meeee maaaate, ahhh donnnnn't sposssse...", "Sorry, I don't have time.".
Try walking through Gateshead or Northumberland Street in Newcastle, it's like run the gauntlet. Assorted tin rattlers, "Who pays your XYZ?", compensation... I'd just read something about chuggers tactics and days later on Northumberland Street some woman with a bucket approached me with "You've dropped something." I didn't even need to look on the ground as I'm always conscious of what is where on my person and had read that exact thing in the papers earlier.
The day is not yet here where someone standing on the street can tell me something I need to know. I don't want ADSL again and I don't want to pay your six-figure charity boss salary for the two hours a week he works and I don't need compensation for anything.
They have been chased off now (there was actually a hobby bobby standing there once asking passengers if they were being bothered by anyone!) but on days where I went to the the gym I was greeted by the Daysaver ticket scroungers. Same smackhead four times a week "Finished with ya ticket mate?", "I've got a pass.". Four times every week. Sometimes there was a gang of four. Same Metro station used to house an old alchie who stopped me once and I told him I had no money, he said he just wanted the time (big clock hanging above the ticket machines) and I walked off. Over an hour later I was coming back from the gym and there he was again so I said "Half six." and walked past. Where do they sell these tickets? I used to see them scrounging and taking them off the machines at 18:30 on a Tuesday etc. and the last Metros are 23:30~00:00.
Happy Happy Joy Joy
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