Nearly a Bar Fight 2 - When Time is Called get the Hell Out! (557 hits)
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Submitted by Walrus_King <jamespeddle.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-03-02 07:17:25 EST
Now I like a drink, probably a little more than the next guy but I do like a drink. I particularly like going out on the town (albeit a shit town) for a few drinks. Despite what my last camwhore may suggest I'm not an escaped physco and I don't go out get drunk and start fights. I'm actually quite a placid person.
Like most of us after I've had a few to drink I think that I could take on a room full of ninjas.... Blindfolded... with nothing but my car keys for defence (props to thecaes for the line) if I need to, and only if I need to, in the past I have got into a couple of scrapes as all teenagers do, each and everyone has been in the defence of someone else, oh sorry I can think of 2 times that have been my own doing.
This one really was my fault, it was irresponsible and shouldn't have happened, but when I look back on it, it always makes me laugh.
I have a very close group of friends, the type that does everything together. I think combined I have known everyone for the longest, I have known my 2 best friends for 16 and 12 years and I have been there as each new person has been introduced to us, however there was a time just over a year ago where we all got split up for a while.
One of my friends decided to go back to college, he would only be back at the weekends, I worked the days and another worked the evenings. The others used to hang about a bit but as hardly any of them had drivers licenses at the time this made things more than difficult. Then there was Tom, he probably works harder than any of us, he is an out and out grafter, we used to meet up every Thursday night and basically get drunk. One week it would be over his way in the middle of know-where and the next week it would be over mine in the centre of town. It was a nice contrast between the 2, his was a nice quite country pub, and at mine we went on a pub crawl. The first night that we did this was the best, we both ended up getting so plastered that we went into a night club and I got locked into a broom cupboard.
Anyway, one of the last times we went out we got to the final pub of our journey and sat down, some random guy wonders over and just sits down at our table, now being too politer person to tell him to fuck off we got stuck listening to him as he told us tales of days gone by, Tom and I were drunk so it wasn't really a problem, we kind of just shut him out. The problem really came when the barman called time. My friend wandered outside to get some air while this bloke just sat there, I finished my drink and he just sat there chatting shit. When I said I was going to leave he was trying to get me to stay I told him that I really couldn't. By this point there was a barman trying to usher him out. Once again he wouldn't leave and was getting downright physically abusive towards the barman, when I got up to leave; he put his hand on my shoulder.
'Come on you haven't got to leave' He said 'they're just being cunts'
'Look I really must go, and so should you' I said trying to walk away,
'These poor barmen need to go home and get some sleep' I continued.
'You're not fucking going anywhere' He hissed through gritted teeth. Then he gripped my shoulder tighter.
This was kind of strange, why the hell woiudn't he let me go? I was jsut a drunkard trying to go home and hopefully get a kebab ont he way. Why stop me?
And then it happened, to this day I still don't know why it happened, as he gripped my left shoulder something deep inside me just urged me to turn around to face him, so I went to do this. Then the little voices in my head told me to knee him in the nuts, I was quite proud of myself for not listening to them. I punched him instead. We're not talking about a little sissy get off my shoulder punch. We're talking the 'I just caught you raping my sister and my dog' punch. As he hit the floor I thought fantastic, now I'm going to get done for assualt, what a great way to end the night.
The barman just looked at me, 'You'd better get the fuck out of here'
To this day if someone asks me why I punched the bloke I always say the same thing.
'To be honest, he was really annoying me'
(sorry this one wasn't so good, I'll try and make tomorrow's better)
User Reviews
Submitted by Walrus_King (user info) at 2005-03-03 17:19:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
erm yes... that's right
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-03-03 00:01:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You just lost it on him, huh? I can see that...you repress it all, until one moment, before you even know what's happening, you're punching guys out and kicking puppies. Ah, booze, you fickle bitch.
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-03-02 08:01:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Leonfc (user info) at 2005-03-02 07:35:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Think I was in the same pub (18 year old wankers and never ending chants of "WE'RE THE LEEEEEFFTT SIDE, WE'RE THE LEEEEEFFTT SIDE, WERE THE LEFT SIDE OVER 'ERE"
Genius from the blues eh?!!
Submitted by funk_boy (user info) at 2005-03-02 07:28:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I watched liverpool lose on Sunday in the most horrible pub in the world.
It had a large larey scouser. Small coked up chavs. And writing, in blood, on the toilet walls.
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2005-03-02 07:27:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Because i'm the placid guy, too.