You arranged a fight with a fat scottish ****** in a pub in Kent. One of the saddest events ever to occur on the internet. Nothing you can ever say will ever have any credibility
The Last Orders over the road used to be alright. They never had the heating on, the toilets stank and most of the clientele looked like they were a week from death, but it was £1.50 a pint, the barmaids were sluttily attractive and it had four big screens and about twelve little ones at strategic points. Cracking place to watch the football. Two years ago, they refurbished. The beer's twice the price, the toilets smell nice and the barmaids aren't slags
I vaguely remember this. Has to be included in any GC highlights compilation. Who was the other hardcase again?
I'd use the "quart of blood" technique. You do that, a quart of blood will drop out of a man's body. Ben the fantasist squaddie. He ****ing hated me. He wanted to fight me wherever and whenever I wanted.
It never happened though, right? Wasn't there some discussion about guaranteeing not to turn up mob handed?
I can tell it the way I think it happened but he's not here to defend himself, so take it for what it's worth. I enjoyed teasing him so he offered me out the next time I was in London, any place I wanted. I think it happened twice I said I was going to be some place... I never had any intention of being anywhere other than at home but I told him Wood Green and Tottenham as far as I remember. All of a sudden the rules changed and he wanted me to fight him in his local pub and he'd have a cricket bat ready for me in case I turned up mob handed. His arse completely folded in on him. I admit I was worried that some people would believe it. Clearly they did.
I should add, I'm going to be in London for one day next month... So Ben... if you are still out there reading this..... One more round champ.. One more round.
BH, he used to get drunk and post on here all weekend insulting the irish, strange but funny **** He made Rebel beel Dev-style.
My sister ended the evening by caining half a bottle of Bombay saphire and wailing, women + lots of family + gin = situation.
Yes Toby. You are taking a swipe at me for "fighting" on the internet on the same thread that you explained what would happen if you had a fight with me... Despite never having challenged anyone to a square go in the history of ever...it is entirely possible that I'll ask Gerard for a square go. It is also entirely possible that I would get on an aeroplane to another country, travel across an entire city to try and find him in a pub to have a fight with a guy I have never met. But only the most stupid of social ******s, such as your ***** self, would believe it.
