Stabbed in the right spud when I lived in sunny Brixton...
I'd just left some bints flat & got on my bike. Next thing I'm laying under it, trapped & being assaulted/mugged by 2 dark chaps. Got half way up & caught a kick in the nadgers, collapsed, got halfway up & got kicked in the nadgers again.
Managed to get my leg out from under the bike & stood up, Twat with knife tries to slash my face & puts a scratch right across the visor. His mate spins me around & punches me in the helmet, I headbutt that fucker & he goes down. First guy with knife grabs me from behind & tries to pull my helmet off. I'm choking on the strap so I reach back & gave his wedding tackle a squeeze that would have popped a snooker ball. He lets go, I start to turn around & he tries to stab me, I turn slightly & the knife goes in my pocket & stabs me in the right spud. Stepped back a bit (as ya do) & found my foot on the other guys throat & fell arse over teakettle.
At that point a car came around the corner & they buggered off.
Staggered back to bints flat, she calls ambulance, off to hospital, 4 stitches in the sack & then laid on her couch for 3 days receiving sympathy.
If I wanted to make a life-long career out of working with the mentally retarded I would have gone into Special Education or opened a Harley Davidson dealership