Last week, while working in Ancoats in Manchester, I was verbally and physically assaulted by three teenagers after asking them not to throw their rubbish into the canals. It was mid-term, a cold, windy day and no one about.
The assault didn’t leave me physically injured but the trauma of this ordeal has left with me some emotional scars, as the once untarnished “friendliness” record of people up north now has it’s first blemish.
It’s such a shame. Most of the people I’ve ever met up here have been wonderful. I’m trying hard not to let a few chavs spoil my time here but it’s been hard.
My problem is I care too much. It’s hard to watch deliberate attempts by individuals to pollute our canals.
Chav – a young lower-class person typified by brash and loutish behaviour.
I guess I’m quite naive too when it comes the types of people I meet living in Britain. This was the first time I ever had an encounter with a chav.
I’m working hard to get myself back on track but it’s been tough. My employers have been most supportive and helping me get back on the horse..or is that the towpath. The Greater Manchester Police were awesome. Really friendly and understanding and efficient. The Police Officer I spoke to was really helpful and kind. I received a call back within 20 minutes of me lodging the complaint.
I have since engaged the services of a counsellor which has been of great help. I used the Employee Assistance Program and they gave me instant phone support when I needed it the most.