Things to do tomorrow:
- Write about what happened last Thursday night (some of you have seen the pictures)
- Demonstrate the absolute power of Internet Sleuthing
Last Thursday I was assaulted at my house by my drunken flatmate. Anyone who reads my Google Plus posts would have seen the two pictures I posted up.
I was not hurt. Story below:
At 6pm on Thursday 2 October 2014 I came home to find my non-Korean flatmate comatose by the phone. He was very drunk. When he came too he was very upset so I calmed him down and put him on the couch. My Korean flatmate came home and he started getting violent, trying to hit him and myself. I managed to calm him down again and tried to get him to go back to his room.
Just when he was leaving the kitchen he collapsed on the floor, seemingly asleep. I asked him if he wanted a cup of tea and he said yes. Cups of tea fix everything, that is what British Television has taught me.
I put the jug on and all of a sudden he starts saying, ranting really, "I will Kill you! I will Kill you! I'm gonna kill you!" and charged at me.
This was unexpected.
What I told the Police was that he came at me very fast and I threw him face first into the floor.
What actually happened is that I executed a Tsurikomi Goshi in a confined space. In English "I threw him face first into the floor". The guy was about my size. I am not used to fighting people my own size. If the guy had been a little taller, he would have been dead because the fall would have been broken by his neck, not his face. Kids: Dont try this at home.
I immediately told my Korean flatmate to call the police. He thought I was joking. I was not joking.
After about five minutes the drunken flatmate was conscious again, face first in a pool of his own blood. His first action was to mop it up with the floor mat. Then he crawled outside.
So the 111 emergency lady puts me through to police. They ask me the standard questions:
"What is the emergency?"
"Where do you live?"
"What is your name?"
"What is the assailants name?"
And then she asked me:
"What was he wearing?"
My reply was:
'Blood? Lots and lots of blood.'
She didnt appreciate that answer.
"No, I mean what was he physically wearing?!"
'I dont know. I cant remember. He has crawled outside and I am not going out there to see what he is wearing.'
She said they would send an ambulance then asked a few more questions and about 2 minutes later the police arrived. Unbeknownst to me at the time, there were three police cards, an ambulance, and a fire engine outside our house. A friend of mine was driving past my house on the way home from work and texted me to ask what was wrong.
The police took our flatmate to the ambulance while myself and my Korean flatmate were questioned. I told them what is written here (minus the Tsurikomi Goshi bit because "floor+face = super effective" in any language)
After the questioning the police asked me how long I had lived in Invercargill. I said:
'About five years'
"Oh, how do you find Invercargill?"
'Its a little chilly'
Urr. I'll split this into two posts because that story ran long. Plus the second post might get censored because it will contain personal information, but I am not too sure about the rules on public/personal information here