Aye my dad was a miner. Thank **** he never gave me a clump when i was younger..even though i probably deserved some.
the red wine rotweiller! i have a nice stitched scar, right in the middle of my forehead. not from fighting though. i tripped running along an 8 foot wall (named the big wall to the local nippers) and head first into an iron grated drain. split my head open, so got up and started to run home. fortunately a neighbour spotted me and me mam was on her way to the shops, so straight up to hospital. i'd split me heed open the year before on a gatepost. so my head looked battle-scarred by the age of 4. my poor mother. it seems to have helped harden it up. took a few shoeings on the way home from school by a couple of groups of skinheads, but never got dropped. I got my revenge on one of the bully boys several years later. **** set a dog on me and a running punch, with plenty of back-up, when i was out courting. hoofed the mutt, took the punch then legged it....about 4 mile. didn't see the lass again! i did get my jaw fractured by some crazed Morrocans in Amsterdam, one New Year's Eve. chased through the icy streets i slipped on one of the canal bridges - as they caught up they (3 of them) proceeded to karate kick me in the head. i was getting more and more angry as i couldn't get my balance to stand up and fend them off. one mate - but just the one! - had turned back realising my predicament. they backed off, which was enough. then the rozzers turned up which was just as well as the 4th dude ( who must have parked up the car - the start of the whole debacle) was working his way towards us carrying a big ****ing knife. the reason my other mate didn't turn back to help. i ain't seen much of him since..... ...the moral of this story is don't tell a car full of moroccans to go **** eath other and their mothers, even if they run over your foot. also, don't be dressed up as a pimp at the time, in daft leather-soled lofers and a big ****ing furry bear coat!
I have delt with some violent people and some how have managed with help from others to deal with it. That said in my social life I realy tend to keep away from dickheads But if it is shoved in my face I have to deal with it Luckily I've never realy had any major problems
ahh, the Dam one was bonkers. It was so surreal coz loads of people were out and about partying just strolling past, while i'm getting my bloody head kicked in! I smoked a lot of weed that night to take the pain/shock away. it wasn't till i got home and went to the dentist coz me teeth hurt, that he told me my jaw was fractured. that is one of my worst/best life experiences, if you know what i mean..
A fractured jaw. That must knack that mind. Sounds horrible. Bust ribs were bad enough, but i,ll take them over a fractured jaw. It hurts just thinking about it.
Depends on what shift I'm on, time of kick off and gravity of game etc.. A typical game when I'm off would see me having about 5 bottles of double before the match.
Not sure mate..I stopped drinking Double when Vaux shut and they started brewing it down Yorkshire as it just wasn't the same. Since they opened the Maxim Breweries back up here again I have got my taste back for it. I don't know what else they brew mind.
I honestly didn't realise that they brewed the real Ale Swedish Blonde which happens to be one of my favourites. It is always worth a bit of comedy value when you order it as well..
Can i have a Swedish blonde. Oo-er. Can i have one to. Lambtons. Remember the shirts with the git big logo?
Yep. I've got an image of Chris Makin in the home strip. Not sure why him, like. Awful kits mind, I don't like the badge being in the centre.
Well I am a bit mouthy and take the pi$$ out of people, or "say how it is" just in earshot - and I don't really know how I haven't.been battered on many occasions!! Am not hard but would never walk or run away - my mates have had to drag me away a few times to save me from a hiding when I have been pi$$ed and spoke out of turn. I was once hit by a bouncer and ended up in hospital with a gaping head wound which needed 38 stitches and a 4 day stay in Shotley Bridge. Despite witnesses the PIGS did f u c k all. The same c u n t ended up in jail a few months later for hitting someone else. Biggest mistake he made - he's dead now!! Bart
