A near mugging

A near mugging My life long friend and I had just been dropped by his mum, in the middle of Harrow. My friend is tall and very sporty and always ready for fun and action. As friends do we were talking and having fun. We entered a very busy fast-food restaurant and went to the counter to order our food. As we received our order, my friend saw a rather nasty looking gang enter but he just ignored them. We were given our food and sat down at the nearest table. Luckily the table was right next to the door. After a few bites of my burger my friend informed me that the vicious and mean looking gang were staring at us. I told him to ignore them and so he did for about two to three minutes. I could see that he was getting rather nervous. He had noticed that the gang carried flick knives sticking out of their pockets. He started to sweat all over and also started to shake. By now I was beginning to feel al little concerned. So we took our food from the restaurant and started to walk rather quickly, and then run towards his house. They chased after us and as I was slower than my friend they caught up with me first and then with my friend. They pushed me against a lamppost and held me by the throat. NOW I was scared. One of the gang held my friend by the arms and started to search him for anything valuable. Luckily we were able to wriggle away and started running faster than last

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I usually get woken up from my peaceful slumber the annoying sound of a badly tuned radio, with a loud northern women shouting in her scoucer accent 'its mornin!'.

I usually get woken up from my peaceful slumber the annoying sound of a badly tuned radio, with a loud northern women shouting in her scoucer accent 'its mornin!'. In a vain attempt to shut her up I try to reach across to turn her off. This results in me falling out of bed, this is when it dawns on me, I have to get up. I then proceed to amble my way like a large monkey with my arms touching the ground to the shower. As I have two elder brothers and a mum and dad, they have all had showers and are ready to tackle the day ahead, so this means the shower is the temperature of Ann Robinson's icy stare on a bad day. The only good point that I can fathom from this would be that it does wake me up and get me moving quickly! Once this has been done I wander back into my room to get dressed. Luckily I find a perfectly good shirt screwed up on the floor, much to my mothers distaste. I stumble down the stairs, only to find that there is a large light brown carpet at the bottom of the stairs. On further inspection of it I find that it is just my dog Digby. He is blind and deaf so usually I just step over him as he hasn't the faintest clue about much around him. I make my way over to the fridge to find a pint of cold fresh orange. This happens to be the only thing that can get that disgusting morning taste out of my mouth. Once I have had that I turn to find the milk, I find it and

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5-day diary

5-day diary Tuesday 3rd August Dear Diary, Today hasn't been the most interesting day. We just kicked the ball about in the park but we were forced to leave because other people, 17-18 year olds, told us to get out of the park or they would kill us. At the time I didn't think that they were serious, but when he started shouting I knew he was serious. To say the least he was a bit of a psycho. When I saw him reacting the way he did, shouting because we were in the park, I told my mates just to walk away. I didn't think anyone could react that way over us playing football in the park! I don't think I'll be going back there if they're around. Wednesday 4th August Dear Diary, I don't know what way to feel. Angry or sad. Paul got hit today. Well, he got more than hit. He's in a coma now. I didn't go out today when he called for me. I could've helped him. I could've stopped him from getting hit. I'm annoyed. I'm annoyed with myself. I should've gone out when he called for me. That's also the reason why I am sad. I want to make it up to him but I don't know how. The only way I can think of making it up to him is to resort to violence and do to him what he did to Paul. My parents have always taught me that violence isn't the right way to solve anything, but in this case it's the only way.... Thursday 5th August Dear Diary, I have found out exactly what

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Tracking my expenses over the course of a week.

When I started tracking my expenses over the course of a week, I had no idea I would come to the conclusion I did. While writing this paper, I discovered a lot to do with myself as a personality and a consumer, in today's economic world. When one buys something small everyday, it adds up, and the figure only becomes a significant amount once it is totaled. This will become evident, as this experiential assignment is discussed in detail. There are two recurring expenditures that I need to account for. Over the course of the week, I bought 13 cups of coffee, and 5 packs of cigarettes. If each cup of coffee costs $1.32 and each pack of cigarettes costs $8.89, then in a week, combining the two, I spend of total of $61.61. That means per month, on coffee and cigarettes, I spend $246.44, on average. The sad thing I realized, after doing this assignment was that even knowing this, I will still drink two cups of coffee a day, and I will still smoke nearly a pack of cigarettes a day. To make it worse, the week that I recorded my expenses, wasn't even too bad a week, work wise. These frequencies go up during midterms and finals. However, those figures wouldn't be an accurate representation of my spending habits. What motivated me to buy the cigarettes? That's a question I ask myself every day. Smoking is a habit I've been trying to kick since a year now. I've been

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The Framework Knitting Museum: An Accurate Reflection of History or Not?

The Framework Knitting Museum: An Accurate Reflection of History or Not? The Framework Knitter and the Bag Hosier lived different lifestyles and worked in different conditions, however, there also were similarities between them; and I am going to compare and give reasons for both in this part of my essay. Firstly, I will compare and look at the similarities in lifestyle; afterwards I will move on to overlooking work conditions. The framework knitter received very poor pay, and you can see this by the cleanliness and overall state of his home; his dishes were black and his knives and forks also, the dishes contained many cracks and looked unfit to eat off. He ate upon a rickety old wooden table and sat on old wooden chairs. However, the bag hosier had expensive, high quality china, and there were surfaces in the living room that could be used to eat on, it was easy to tell that the reason for these differences was the difference in wages. When cooking both would use the fireplace to heat their pots and pans, as there were no electric ways of cooking. The bag hosier's cottage contained a scullery, which would be their "kitchen", it was used to clean pots and pans and ready foods for dinner, everything in there would be done by hand. In the Framework Knitter's cottage he would have had to clean his pots by hand, but didn't have good equipment in with which to do so because he

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My Grandad!!!

My Grandad!!! My grandad is a sweet old man; he enjoys gardening where he grows vegetables. During the day he digs his vegetable patch and then in the evening he brings granny carrots and potatoes for her to cook a meal. In the evenings he sits in his chair listing to the radio with his slippers on and smoking a pipe! Forget all that my grandad isn't a typical grandad at all! He wears, track suit, trainers and he wears a baseball cap. He's not one to wear frumpy clothes and one of them old farmer's hat. My grandad is a very energetic person. He knows everything. Whenever I'm stuck on my homework he helps me out. He is the fountain all knowledge. I really look up to him. When I was a toddler I was always very close to him! Where ever he went I went. We used to get ourselves in so much trouble, Grandad would get shouted by Nan, and I would get shouted out by my mum and dad! As grandad would let me do what I wanted. You know you about mummy's little girl or daddy's little girl well I wasn't any of them I was grandad's little girl!!! Once while I was really little, my grandad and nan had come back to our house with my parents and I. it was getting to my bed time so my grandad offered to put me to bed! I was one of these babies that wouldn't go sleep unless someone was with me and I was always banging on my cot asking for juice. So grandad thought I may behave for him. He

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Most Wanted Hi, it's me! What, you don't know who I am? That's impossible

Most Wanted Hi, it's me! What, you don't know who I am? That's impossible! No one can be that ignorant! Alright then, I'm going to introduce myself, just for you: I am the beginning and the end for every writer, I am the last hope for the desperate and the source of all inspiration. Without me, there wouldn't exist either Romeo nor Juliet, the bell wouldn't ring and Sesame not open. I am the one and only, inimitable, loved and longed for, divine Muse! You didn't expect that, did you? Oh, you wonder what I'm doing here. Well, I just have to talk to someone that's all. And it has to be someone who doesn't want anything from me. You see, it's like this: I HATE MY JOB!!! I'm sorry, I usually don't lose my temper - or at least I try. No, I can't pull myself together now, I have to let it all out. I'm just sick of it. Do you have any idea, how long I've been doing this job? Already before mankind! The gods were so helpless without me. Even Athena needed some initial aid now and again. Always showing off with her wisdom, but do you think she could ever express her knowledge correctly? Not without me, I can tell you that. Well, one day we had a big fight, and she took revenge: there was this guy, who wanted to honor her with a song, but he just couldn't get into it. She told him then that he'd just have to get a kiss from me, and the ideas wouldn't stop flowing. What a bitch!

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Performing an Hysterosalpingogram.

Hysterosalpingogram By Ziad 13.2 Mr Neil Physics Introduction 1 Procedure 1 After the test 3 Advantages 3 Disadvantages 3 Evaluation 4 Introduction I am experimenting on a 28-year-old female who has not been able to conceive a child. This problem can either be caused by weak sperm cells that can't penetrate the female ovaries or it could mean that the female's fallopian tube is blocked which won't allow any sperm to reach the ovaries. I will be examining my patient's fallopian tubes to see whether they are blocked. To do this I will need to see inside her body with an x-ray called a Hysterosalpingogram (HSG). To perform this task I will need to inject my patient in her cervix with dye (Barium), which should enhance the imaging of her x-ray. I will use the image to examine her reproductive system. From the image I should be able to know if the fallopian tube is blocked. If it doesn't show up on x-ray it would mean that the dye couldn't travel there because something was jamming it. To respect my patient's dignity I will assign female x-ray staff to perform the task and will give my patient a gown to wear and a blanket to cover the lower side of her body. Procedure If possible the patient should take the x-ray instantly after her period this is so her uterus is at its least size otherwise she should use contraception. She should have a light meal before

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Life In the Day of Ben Marshall

Life in the Day Of Ben Marshall Finally, as Sarah Michelle Gellar is about to remove the last piece of her clothing - "BEN! GET UP NOW!" I manage to half open the eye nearest to my alarm clock. Dear God! It's only five to bloody seven! "BUT IT'S ONLY FIVE TO BLOODY SEVEN!" "GET UP! YOU'LL BE LATE!" "Fine... just give me five more... minutes... sleep..." Eventually I get up, due to the sad fact that I can't get back to sleep. No thanks to the bleeding witch, I mean. So I slowly climb down from my bed. It takes me a while to get down because my bed is about six foot high, one of those cabin things with wardrobes and cupboards underneath. Get out of that in a hurry and you'll be paralysed for life. Then I have the most enjoyable task of looking around the house for all the different pieces of my uniform, which my mother couldn't be bothered to put away. A woman's work is never done! I suppose I eat, brush teeth, thump sister, dress, spill coffee, wash face, finish homework on auto-pilot all as usual. It all flashes past without making much impression, until: "BEN! AREN'T YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE YET?" "NOT ACTUALLY, MOTHER!" "WELL BLOODY WELL HURRY UP AND GET OUT, NOW!" "FINE, I WILL. I MEAN, I AM!" Almost forgot. I put on a wheedling tone: "Oh, and by the way, can I have some extra money?" "OUT! NOW!" I guess not, then. As usual I have to run because I am always

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Creative Writing : The Gale

Creative Writing : The Gale A shrieking gale hurled itself against the helpless trees, constantly pounding them, and quickly removing the remains of a once proud foliage. My eyes stung as I silently stared out of the window, concentrating upon the small yet dense copse that lay at the bottom of the path. It amazed me when I thought how feeble we really are when compared to mother nature, the immense monstrosity that could easily wipe out a population within seconds; yet effortlessly create another so soon. I quickly snapped myself out of the hypnotic condition I was currently under, I had never grasped the idea of a concept like that before, and it soon escalated to the point where I couldn't think of anything else. What if there was a domineering force like mother nature, who could do whatever it pleased with us, whenever it felt like it? I would just have to try and stop worrying about it for the moment, I had higher priorities to deal with. After a highly appealing session of channel surfing on the television, I was overwhelmed with fatigue from the day's activities. Working as part of a demolition team could be extremely tiring at times, and the exhaustion from the work always caught up with you. We were currently working on tearing down an old unused effluent plant, which was not the nicest experience. The place was a rancid labyrinth of rat infested channels, ducts

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