Name: Anon Age: 18 Location: Outside Miller Arcade
“I had been out celebrating the end of my exams with friends. I saw a group of three men outside Manyana in Preston. One approached me and put his hand up my skirt and I told him to go away. The men followed me and friends to Browns and we all began dancing on the dance floor. I went to the toilet, at about 1:30am and when I turned around, he was stood there and the door was shut. I think I was arguing with him.
After he attacked me, I ran back into the club screaming, I found a police officer outside and begged him to take me to a police station. I wouldn’t let anybody anywhere near me.
It’s been really hard. I blamed myself at first and wouldn’t go out but I’m now having counselling. My parents did not want me to return to university, but I went back because I can’t let one person ruin everything. Everyone is the same and thinks, ‘Oh I can go out and drink as much as I want and it’s never going to happen to me,’ but I’m the unfortunate one that it’s happened to.
“I was physically grabbed by a man who was heavily under the influence of alcohol outside the Regent. On this occasion, it was raining, I had my umbrella up and didn’t see the man until he literally threw his arms around me and tried to drag me with him, saying “Come on, come home with me”.
I was lucky that there were people nearby who had seen what happened and got him off me.”
“I was sexually harassed by a customer in a pub I was waitressing in. The man made sexual comments towards me and then persisted by slapping my bum to the amusement of other male customers and male colleagues.
On the same day he tried to put his hand up my skirt.”
Name: Anon Age: 53 Location: Lainés Bakery, Church St
“I was walking home in the afternoon. Two teenage boys came out of Lainés bakery eating pies and one threw a paper bag on the floor. I saw him do this, but didn’t say anything. He walked towards me, stood in front of me and just screamed in my face. I was too scared to say anything back and walked away. I heard his friend ask him why he had done that. He said “Cos she looked at me after I chucked the bag.”
“I had just had a back operation and was walking to a friends to build up my muscles. I had noticed a man who I had seen before on my way. It was day time and I could tell he was following me so I lit a cigarette to let him walk ahead of me.
I looked up and he gave me a cold stare in my eyes. I am sure he had watched me before because it became apparent he knew the route I was taking. I noticed he was walking towards my normal route after he passed me, so I choose to walk a different way where I could see men working. To my horror he turned back on himself and followed me that way.
I knew right away he was following me after that and he wanted me to know. I phoned a friend to meet me and he walked away once she came. Few years later I found out he had done this to other people and even walked into a woman’s house.”