I was mugged on my way home last night. They got my phone, but my protestations that I didn’t have anything else seemed convincing enough, so I’ve still got my wallet (and my Gameboy Advance, which was also in my pocket at the time also – yes, I know, I’m such a geek). I also seem to have a bruise on my ear where they pushed me to the ground.

Annoyingly, for an attack which took all of 20 seconds, the police interview/statement process took over an hour and a half. They asked me to try and describe the guys – it was dark, the attack took less than a minute, and I wasn’t exactly taking notes on their face shape and trainer brand at the time. So Manchester police are now looking for two guys, one about 6foot, one slightly shorter wearing dark hooded tracksuit tops and white trainers. Well, gee, that’s only everyone in the entire city, then. All I want is a goddamned crime reference number so I can report it to Orange and get my replacement phone.

Anyway, my replacement isn’t arriving until tomorrow afternoon, so I’ve got to go around for today and tomorrow with that odd, vaguely impotent feeling of being out of touch. I suspect that, just before the phone arrives, I shall be beginning to enjoy the freedom of not being contactable 24/7, and then all the missed calls and text messages for the last 24 hours will flood in.

Anyway, I’m all right, and I haven’t lost anything important (hurrah for bluetooth synchronisation of phone books), and that’s the main thing.

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