ABSTRACT
It was a cold wet Friday evening somewhere back in the winter of 1988. That was the day I became a victim of a street robbery. I was living at the time in Brixton and the robbery took place along one of the many small backstreets that lead off from Brixton Hill. It happened as I was returning home having visited a local shop where I had purchased a few goods. These I had stored in a small rucksack.
