An African mate, who was a decorated Kenyan NCO (military angle covered) , tried buying a car from a chap in London and gets scammed . Seller obviously thought that no one would travel from Nairobi to London over a secondhand car.In my OP I mentioned bluff. We were just outside Abergavenny on some sort of mountain walking thing when we got an evening off. About ten of entered the first pub and proceeded to make merry with Welsh wenches. Half an hour later, we're about to leave when the sweet little thing I was regaling with tales of my life as a doorgunner/porpoise wrangler/nuclear detonator disarmer said to me "ooh, give us a kiss before you go". Several seconds in, with brilliant ******* timing, her boyfriend walks through the door..
As we seriously outnumbered him and his two mates, nothing happened. Two hours later however our group had broken up and I was with just two mates, Chris and Pat. Boyfriend bloke was now in a group of about ten locals when we sauntered out of a pub and walked slap into them. Whoops.
Pat, slipped away and hid in a shop doorway. Chris was genuinely the salt of the earth, but so quiet you could work with him for a week and not notice him.
By now the two of us were surrounded, with the boyfriend getting increasingly gobby (with good reason to be fair). I knew it was going to end badly for us, it was absolutely unavoidable, so I thought I might try and bluff it, I had nothing to lose. I stepped forward, poked him in the chest and said in my best pretend menacing voice "what's your ******* problem mate?" There was a moment's silence, and then one of his mates said "yeah, let's leave it John" and they all wandered off.
Chris and I just stood there incredulously.
Two things, one my mate is a a great giggler , and the other is that I haven't been involved in a ruck since I was at school.
It so happens that pal comes to London on holiday sometime later and the seller lives two miles from my house.
We drive over, I am wearing an old black leather bike jacket and to the uninformed observer could pass as a Hells Angel (in pitch darkness). It takes 20 minutes for mate to stop giggling and me to pluck up the courage.
We ring the bell, an elderly Indian lady appears and we demand the money back. Son appears at an upstairs window, sees us and goes pale "The money will be in the bank tomorrow" he croaks.
I remind him that "We know where you live" in my best TV hard man, and we leave.
Round the corner, and we both collapse to the ground laughing.
To our amazement the money was repaid!