Skinhead: Someone with a shaved head; Member of the skinhead subculture arising in late 1960s England or its diaspora; Someone, often associating with a violent gang, who adheres to white-supremacist or anti-immigrant principles.
I feel I should be wearing a cape or at least a tight-fighting sparkly crime-fighting outfit as I type this. Yesterday I took on a group of skinheads and won. Well, sort of.
On my way home from work, sitting in Gorgeous George, listening to the freakishly talented Jimmy Wayne on my iPod (through my car radio not through earphones) when I noticed (in the stop & start traffic queues), a group of skinheads in a car harassing a young Muslim woman in a neighbouring car which happened to be in front of me. They had their windows down, leering & jeering, doing hand gestures and swerving towards her pretending to hit her.
Because the traffic was so stop & start, she couldn't escape them. They just ended up stopping right next to each other.
Super Liisa needed to intervene!
Since I didn't have a 'phone booth handy to change into my crime-fighting outfit, I floored Gorgeous George instead and swerved in front of the skinheads meaning they couldn't get level with the young girl.
Ha ha ha! Mission accomplished.
(To be fair, I was incandescent at this stage. It really beggars belief that ignorance on that scale still exists).
But the traffic gods were mocking me and the stop and start (traffic) was such that they could still harass her.
That's when they crashed into me.
And I thought I was mad before!
I managed to put on my hazard lights, turn off Jimmy, unplug my seatbelt and get out the car swinging in one motion ;)
Driver Skinhead (that's when I realised there were SIX in the car) came out and said he was changing the radio station and didn't see my car. Red in the face and about to explode with frustration, I blurted out (finger pointing) "YOU WERE NOT! I SAW YOU!"
He looked at me slightly shocked and said something like "erm.. you're right, I was talking with my mate".
Redder still and using my finger I prodded him once on his chest saying "YOU WERE NOOOOOOOT!!! YOU WERE HARASSING THAT GIRL!"
and that's when the other skinheads decided to get out of the car and the ... er, gravity of the situation slooooowly sank in (as my finger retracted in slooooow motion and poop threatened to fill my pants! )
I quickly inspected Gorgeous George (no visible damage - PHEW), glared at him one more time and walked back to my car.
I then LOCKED my door, turned on Jimmy (a girl has priorities), shook my head (for effect), turned around and wrote down their licence plate (with such exaggerated gestures I could have won Charades) and then drove off.
I then rang my Mum and told her briefly what happened (just in case they decided to get even further down the road).
One idiot in the front seat kept trying to harass the same girl who was no longer parallel) but the head skinhead / driver kept his eye on my car and as soon as he could pull off, he did. I think I may actually have shook him up a bit.
In hindsight, it was slightly foolish. I don't know if anyone would have come to MY rescue if they decided to err, "handle" the situation themselves but I was so mad at their cowardice for "attacking" that poor girl, I couldn't help myself.
On a different note ... I know what I am getting for Christmas. Mum bought it yesterday. A HIGH-DEFINITION LCD TV!!!! Squeeeeeeeeeal! Of course I get absolutely nothing else and the TV (the exact model and brand I wanted) was on a massive sale (more than half price) so Mum snapped it up. I told her it was waaaaaay too extravagant but she went ahead and did it.
Anyhoo thought you'd like to hear my story about my Skinhead encounter!
