Something of an ugly scene last night. I hadn't seen Anfield Ricky for a couple of weeks and he came in last night. He was already rather pissed. We were having a catch-up. There was a rowdy ****er in there I'd never seen before. He was with a woman and then another bloke came in I hadn't seen before. They were all ****efaced or coked up or both. Ricky bought a round and went to pay on the card machine which this woman was right in front of. Just as he got there, the pissed bloke knocked his pint over. Ricky was trying to lean across to the machine to put his pin number in and touched the woman on the shoulder saying excuse me. The first pissed lad told him to get his hand off his auntie. Ricky just ignored him and came back over to me. We then went out for a ***. I finished mine and walked back in. I then saw the bloke behind the bar shout and run towards the door and out. The pissed bloke had put a pint glass over Rick'd head and was kicking him on the floor. The landlady came down at this point and called the bizzies, who arrived pretty quickly. Ricky had three cuts needing some stitching. That's the first time the poor ****'s been in there for two weeks. He doesn't have much luck, that lad.