A few months ago I had my phone snatched out of my hand in the street. “So what,” you say. “Big deal. So has basically everyone in London by now.” And yeah, that’s true.
But I snatched it back. The boy (and he was a boy, not a man) on the pedal bike didn’t get a good enough grip as he whooshed past me and I had two thumbs firmly connected to the screen. I was ready for him, so when he grabbed, I clamped down. After successfully snatching the phone back I misguidedly told him to f**k off (fellow women in London: maybe don’t do this when being subject to a mugging) and he pedalled away.
