Skinheads vs. the drunk guy
It was in '02 and my one year stint of living in London was coming to a close so me and my mate decided to go out on a friday night and get plastered. Since we just got payed, we thought Soho was a great idea (It's not).

We went to this bar that I cannot remember, drunk a lot of beer and other beverages, had a good time and left the bar in a great mood. In fact my mood was so blissfully awesome and philanthropical (is that even a word?) that when I see 2 guys shoving each other on the street I stepped in between them and proclaimed:

"Awww, come on guys, you gain nothing out of fighting.."

And that's the last thing I remembered.

Things I should have noticed before going all Ghandi on them:
a. Steel-toed army boots
b. shaved heads
c. swastika tattoos on said heads
d. general look of social hatred in their beady eyes

I woke up the next morning and my face was stuck to my pillow due to dried blood and pus pouring out of my black,swollen eyes. Apparently one of them headbutted me resulting in my dropping like a sack of peace loving potatoes, at which time they both started kicking my head, stomach, back, legs...just about everywhere I was exposed.

Stupid of me, yes. But lest we forget: I did break up their fight.
(snordfjord Cranky...like a crank!, Mon 16 Feb 2009, 11:42, Reply)