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Crowdfunding to take our Good Night Out Campaign national across the UK and Ireland!

Today we launched a crowd-funding page to raise £5000 to bring Good Night Out, our anti-harassment campaign to cities around the UK and Ireland. Watch the campaign video and find out more here.

The first ever coordinated national action around safety on nights out from Hollaback London – the Good Night Out campaign calls on bars, pubs, venues and clubs to improve their safety policies by signing a pledge and undergoing staff training, advice and support.

Good Night Out will launch nationally during Fresher’s Week 2014 in Sheffield, Edinburgh, Oxford, Bristol, Glasgow, Nottingham, Brighton, Galway, Limerick, and the Medway towns in Kent, with more cities signing up every day.

Piloted in London since March, venues in London including fabricThe Old Blue LastBirthdaysVillage Underground, University of London, Dance TunnelDalston Superstore, The Lexington and more have already signed up to the campaign, undergoing the Good Night Out training and displaying posters with the pledge: “If something or someone makes you feel uncomfortable, no matter how minor it seems, you can speak to any member of staff who will work with you to make sure it doesn’t have to ruin your night.”

Tyvian Vigrass, Operations Manager at Village Underground in Shoreditch says of the campaign: ”Having been in the industry for over 20 years it’s refreshing to still be able to learn valuable skills and techniques when dealing with sensitive issues such as those brought to our attention by Good Night Out. This valuable insight to such an important but sometimes overlooked issue was unanimously applauded by the staff team, and we are proud to be a supporter of Good Night Out and their campaign to raise awareness among staff and punters in late night establishments.”

Bryony Beynon, co-director of the campaign, says “Since launching in March we’ve been overwhelmed by support for the campaign from London’s night-time economy, who’ve sent a clear message to their punters that whether it’s sleazy comments, groping, leering, sexual assault or homophobic attacks, harassment will not be tolerated. The message from the rest of the country is loud and clear – they want this! We’ve created a UK and Ireland-wide network of organisers ready to end this kind of behaviour for good. We’ve already achieved big things with zero funding, and have the experience and knowledge to make this modest amount of cash go very far.”

Find out more about the Good Night Out Campaign and donate at http://igg.me/at/goodnightout

Check out www.goodnightoutcampaign.org or Tweet us at @_goodnightout

If you’re a venue or are interested in bringing the campaign to your area, get in touch!

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Verbal

‘OI DON’T WALK AWAY AND LAUGH AT ME. RUDE BITCH’

New submission from stephanie

I was about to leave my friends house when I spotted a group of boys sat on her wall, directly next to the gate. I sighed because I knew they were going to say something before they did. I slipped through the gate uncomfortably feeling their eyes watching me as my back turned. I could feel one of them leer at me as he shouted ‘alright pretty’ and I ignored. He then started shouting OI aggressively and I let out a nervous laugh because I could not believe this loser thought he even had a chance. He then shouted ‘OI DON’T WALK AWAY AND LAUGH AT ME. RUDE BITCH’ in a very serious hasty tone as if I owed him something, as if I AM EXPECTED to stop in my tracks every time some lowlife fancies the look of me. I knew his reaction was because his friends were in front of them, nevertheless I wonder who parents these types of boys. I get this harassment daily in London and sometimes I fear that I will lose my temper and get rude back as I have done before. This makes me feel vulnerable as a woman because these types of men do not like to be embarrassed and feel some sort of self entitlement and they will punish, verbally or physically any girl who dares to reject their advances.

I've got your back!
3+

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Uncategorized

I turned around and shouted “Fuck off; my grandma just died!”

New submission from RC

This happened a couple of weeks ago. I live on a quiet street in a nice area, and though I’ve been cat-called/leered at in other parts of London, I had never experienced it in my area before.

My grandma had died unexpectedly the day before, and I left my house mid-morning to travel out to see my parents and help them prepare for the funeral. I was wearing jeans and a jacket, not that it matters. I noticed three young men half way down the street, but paid them not notice. However, they all stared at me as I walked past, and the minute I was passed them started saying things like “look at that ass”, “I definitely would”, “yeah, shake that”.

Normally I have head phones in, so pretend I don’t hear this kind of thing and ignore it. This time I didn’t. I walked on for a couple of seconds, but then realised how furious I was that they felt entitled to interrupt my grief by commenting on my body. I turned around and shouted “fuck off; my grandma just died!”. They looked embarrassed and started to mumble how they were just trying to complement me by saying I looked nice. I walked away still feeling furious, but stronger.

I've got your back!
2+

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Physical

A man used me like a lamp post

New submission from jenny

I was standing peering up at the display board. To the left of me, a train was in the platform with its doors open, about to leave. Suddenly, a man saw the train doors about to close and, running up on my right hand side, grabbed my waist and used me like a lamp post to swing round and leap onto the train. It didnt hurt, it was a creepy, slimy sort of touch. If I’d been quick enough to stick my foot out, he would have gone flying. damn.

I've got your back!
1+

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Verbal

He’s entering that hall of fame where everyone who has ever called me fat in my entire life is seared into my memory.

New submission from EC

Last night I was riding my bike home, like I do every night, the five miles between work and my house. I’d had a long day at work and it was nearly 9pm and I was basically desperate to get home and sleep.

So I’m bombing it down Queens Road – one of those nice nights where you don’t hit any red lights and you can glide straight through – I love my bike, I ride it every day. I cover probably 60-70 miles a week. It’s not tons by any extent but I love cycling because it costs nothing, it’s quick and easy, it’s good for me and it gives me a sense of freedom and headspace I don’t really experience by any other means.

So I’m riding at speed past Dulwich Library, past the Marbella hotel, past Queens Road Peckham. I can sense another cyclist behind me most of the stretch to New Cross, but I’m going pretty fast and I just felt like if they wanted to overtake they would. He was sitting right on my tail most of the way but I didn’t really think about it.
Anyway so I hit a red light at the junction that leads into New Cross at the bottom of Pepys Road, and this guy who had been sat on my tail the last 10 minutes sidled up to me and says “Wow, you ride pretty fast for a big girl. No one expected that, WELL DONE” and off her rode with a smile on his face like he’d just paid me a great compliment. And I sat there dumbfounded, still awaiting the lights to change thinking – right, so I look a bit fat to be going so fast? But congratulations me, I’ve excelled at achieving more than my weight suggested it might do. So that was great – he’s entering that hall of fame where everyone who has ever called me fat in my entire life is seared into my memory. And I rode off thinking angrily to myself all the things I could have said if I hadn’t been so blindsided by this random bloke – “well, best ride a bit quicker and then maybe I can slim down!!”

Even as I write this, or text my friends to bemoan what happened straight after, I felt, well, am I making a fuss? But like my best friend said to me, it’s a total misappropriation of my space and him even feeling he has the right to comment unsolicited on me and my body.

And I’m still really fucking pissed off, cos I don’t know what else to be.

I've got your back!
7+

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Stalking/Following

I was shaking with fear and rage as I got on the train.

New submission from Kat

A man followed me around the area for some months last year whilst I was out with my baby daughter. The first time, he approached me in the post office. He said I’d made eye contact with him as he drove his car on the high street. I had my baby strapped to my front at the time. He asked me for my number and I said no. He persisted and I told him that I was happily married and loved my husband, which he laughed off. I kept things politely dismissive but he didn’t seem to be getting the message. The same man stopped his car (a silver Audi) a further four or five times, to get out and talk to me, over the following months. Each time I was with my infant daughter. On the last occasion, I was rushing to catch a train at West Norwood station with my daughter in her buggy. He tried to talk to me and I said I had to catch a train. He shouted at me that I was rude and that next time he’d run me over with his car. I replied as I walked away that threatening me and my child was rude. I was shaking with fear and rage as I got on the train. I didn’t report the incident as I was scared that I wouldn’t be supported and that there might be violent reprisals against myself and my child. He has driven past me and slowed down on two more occasions but has never approached me again. I am watchful for his car when I’m out walking.

I've got your back!
8+

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Verbal

‘Hey sexy give me your number’

Guy promoting his cd comes to me in the street and keeps saying shit like ‘Hey sexy give me your number’. I point out I don’t want to and he keeps insisting, calling me ‘babe’ and sh*t like that.

I tell him it’s disrespectful to talk to women like that at which point he gets aggressive and tells me to fuck off and other expletives.

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Leering

Staring and kissing noises

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