[The Slim Reaper]

Not really abducted. I went on a football trip to smithy's Guernsey at around 11 or 12, and on the crossing on the way back there was this really weird bloke who kept watching me and followed me everywhere. I was suffering a bit with sea sickness so I just flopped on the sofas and got separated from the rest of the team in the food places and arcade games.

I'd noticed this dude and I couldn't quite work out what he was doing, but I just felt weird about him. i had to go and throw up, so I made a bit of a beeline for the toilets. As I was throwing my guts up, this hand came under from the next stall across. I felt like ****, so I pretended I didn't really notice, but then he got a bit bolder reaching out till he eventually touched my leg, and at that point I was done with his ****, and I stamped on his forearm as he put it back under again, and then legged it out.

Fortunately my footie manager was searching for me to see if I was ok, and he was just outside the toilets as I came out, and I told him everything about how he'd watched me then followed me and touched me. My manager was about 6'4 and built.

The weirdo came out of the bathroom, and my manager just slammed him straight back up against the wall. I don't know what he said to him but this dude went whiter than my sea-sickened face, and I didn't see him again for the rest of the trip back.