Growing up in Tottenham i saw alot of trouble as a kid, Gang fights , lots of attempted muggings, Being white was also a problem in the "Endz". Even once had 5 guys try break into my mates house when we were all in there getting stoned. But after a while you realize that if you stand up for yourself they eventually **** off. Turning point for me was when these 3 blacks on bikes tried robbing me when i was with my girlfriend, Must of been around 16. Tried taking her handbag and i couldn't let myself look like a mug. So i Nutted the first guy then got jumped by the other two but held them off till they couldn't be bothered to carry on fighting and they went off. It felt so good that since then i stopped taking all there **** and stood up for myself, Which hasnt always helped. New years eve 2 years ago i was in Chasefarm hospital having glass removed from my head. But its all part of the experience of life i suppose
Strangely, I don't think I've ever been in a fight sober. Not since school, anyway. I wonder is that just a coincidence? Not that 9 pints of lager turns me into Rambo, more a slobbering smart-@rse. But mornings spent nursing a fat lip do mostly seem to have been spent also nursing a hangover.
This outlines perfectly why i try my hardest to avoid a fight even if im pretty sure i could win. Even if you win it still hurts a wee bit.
You misunderstand Dougie, any fights I won there was little in the way of pain for me, I just felt guilty every time I got the better of someone.
It's a message intended for Trevor Santos and now equally applicable to Girvan Loyal I suppose. They seem to have an obsession with me you see. My name, my wife's name, my Uncle Charlie, his cat, my home, my address, my son. And so it goes.
