“Excuse me, where is the University.” It was 3.30 am and I’d stopped to post a letter in the box by the station. I’d noticed the group of mostly lads loitering about and sheltering from the rain. One of them had ambled over to me and asked me that question. I told him it was up the hill and he grimaced. I said that their was a bus but probably not at this time of the day. He grimaced again. Then he told me that they were going to have an ‘after’ and asked me if I wanted to come. One of his mates joined us and iterated the invitation. I made some excuse about having work to do. They became a little insistent, almost a little aggressive. I wasn’t scared. They were just boys. “It will be better for you being there,” said the first boy. I smiled and began to walk off. I saw that there was a girl with them. I smiled at her and she smiled back, apologetic. You could take a taxi, I shouted back to them. The rain continued to pour.
