Patrick, ex-lodger and friend, contacted me yesterday suggesting that we should go along to ‘An Evening With Tony Benn’ at Cadogan Hall as he had free tickets. I said yes, we went, and it was OK.
Afterwards we went for meal in a Portuguese restaurant in Vauxhall, which is where Patrick lives with his partner Martin, and which is only one tube stop away from Stockwell, where I have a house in London.
After the meal, about eleven thirty, we parted company; they went one way and I went another.
At 5:33 this morning Patrick sent me an email that said: “Martin and I were attacked by a gang of ~8 black kids just after saying goodbye to you – just by the playground.
Lost our two iPhones. Martin also lost house keys and wallet.
Both of us got kicked & punched in face/head/back. Martin’s face looks pretty nasty at the moment .. mine’s sore and bruised.
Anyway, just got home from Police & A&E so going to bed now!”.
