So my phone just goes off, Mrs Tomrat answers it and I catch the semi-eratic calls of my mum. Mrs Tomrat puts the phone down.
Turns out my Brother, Buffrat, was on the tube in London going to the bus stop home after a business doohickey very early this morning.
A mugger held a knife to his throat demanding his wallet; unbeknownst to our chancing ruffian aside from his main role in recruitment he also temps as a personal bodyguard and bouncer at various big events, highly trained in close quarter protection.
The mugger left the carraige with a broken nose, several broken ribs and fingers.
And he's pressing charges.
I'll keep you posted fearless readers. For words fail me tonight.
Spoke to Buffrat this morning; is perfectly fine, had a witness to the event and they found the (Stanley knife); does not look good for our perp. More to come...