I was in Shine nightclub a few years back and this dribbling little pissant kept getting in my face telling lies and basically just looking for a fight. he then vomited on my shoes and told me it was my own fault and that I had bought it on myself, so I headbutted the little ****. Some lad on the balcony was looking straight at me. I thought it was this fellas mate, so I made the "you want some" gesture and he just turned his back. The little bastard said something about hating Catholics, so I headbutted the guy again and sent his nose across his face and made **** of a couple of teeth. He kept muttering lies as his limp body crashed to the ground. The music stopped and the whole place erupted in spontaneous applause. I was bought drinks and slapped on the back for the rest of the evening. Great days. any resemblance to characters living or dead is purely coincidental.
I once gave a bouncer a mouthful of drunken verbalâs, on the back of knowing that he had represented the U.K at the Commonwealth games, as a heavyweight boxer. He just reached out and lightly pushed me on the chest with his fingertips. I landed on my ares, The drink has a lot to answer for!
Only once. The guy gave me his best shot right on my chin, but he didn't floor me. I stood there looking at him a bit dazed so he hit me again in the same spot, I still didn't go down. So I kicked him as hard as I could in the nuts, lifting him off the ground. He did go down and didn't get up for a while. Some people were watching in the pub (it had big glass patio doors down one site) and were cracked up as I walked back in. Aparently this nipper had been looking for a fight all night and people were ignoring him.
Yeah, sadly you get twats like that from time to time. Normally the best course of action is to ridicule the wee arshole so that everyone starts laughing at him.
same here, I have a microwave but refuse to eat anything which has been cooked in it. I took over all the cooking in my house years ago when i realised im actually quite good at it
I got bottled once, stayed on my feet and said "what the **** did you do that for? that was quite sore you ****", he ran away when i turned round.
That's maybe true I've been in more fights than I care to recall and win or lose I always found it an unpleasant experience. Just say no kids.
Used to "run" with a few gangs when I was a young teenager, so was involved in loads of fights! Then, when growing up, been involved in several incidents ... couple of one-on-one fights, few "bar room brawls" and two or three group fights! Mainly drink related! Once watched my mate knock the **** out of three guys n two bouncers at a nightclub in Coatbridge... was going to help him but he was kicking the **** of them on his own, so left him to it! Grew out of fighting folk when I was about 23/24 ... now I try to avoid it in boozers as much as possible!
