European Custom Bike Show
A few years ago, this event was held in our village - God only knows why, presumably because there's a lot of noise, and we're quite a way from anywhere 'civilised'.
Anyway, every year (for the five years it was held here) we'd all stroll up to the field and blag entry for free ("Ahhh, come on, we're locals; we'd be kept awake by the noise all night otherwise...etc...etc...).
One year, and the last it was ever there, for some reason the bloke on the door made us pay a fiver each instead of the twenty that it should have cost (shows you just how long ago this was, it'd be about 60 now I guess), anyway, I digress.
Once we'd paid, as you do, we made a bee-line straight for the beer tent.
Waiting in line, I realised that I recognised a couple of the girls behind the counter - a lot of jobs on the field were given to locals - I smiled and waved hello. One of the girls didn't look happy, she was getting quite a lot of grief from a huge, Dutch Hell's Angel. Being that we'd walked up from the pub, we'd had a few jars before we left and as such I was feeling brave and decided to 'help out'. I asked what was wrong:

"This chap is not understanding what I'm saying" the girl said, "I'm telling him that his drinks are 7 quid and he doesn't understand."
I thought, "no problem." I tapped the bloke on the shoulder and said "Seeevvveeeeennnn" while holding up- 7 fingers.
Next thing I know I'm being lifted off my feet by the bloke by one hand around my throat while simultaneously being kneed *around* the groin area (thankfully his aim was shit). Then I felt an arm around my waist and the feeling of being forcefully dragged backwards.
The couple in line behind me had seen what had happened and the woman in the couple was dragging me away from the psycho Dutchman.
Once away, I was still adamant that all he needed was to be told that his drinks came to 7 quid and that I'm sure he'd realise it was all just a misunderstanding.
The woman, who had just saved me, said "You go back there, and he WILL kill you."
Turns out at the end of the weekend there were only two arrests.
Yep, one of the arrests was the Dutchman. Apparently later that night (according to the local paper) he'd stabbed someone through the lung who subsequently died a few days later, probably over the price of a beer.
So, thank you anonymous woman in the crowd who was clearly a better judge of character than me, you quite possibly saved my life, and RIP to the poor sod who didn't have anyone to drag him away in time.

I'm a little more wary of bike shows since that, especially since one of the mates I was with that time went a couple of years later to the Bulldog Bash, and accidentally wandered pissed into the HA enclosure.
He spent 8 weeks in hospital (until he discharged himself, then collapsed) with balloons up his nose enabling him to breath.
(dchurch bah, Sat 21 Aug 2010, 8:24, 4 replies)

Wimminz
They'll save ya! She probably just wanted a beer and you out of the way.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Sat 21 Aug 2010, 10:15, closed)

So what's an HA enclosure when it's at home?
Hazardous Area?
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Sun 22 Aug 2010, 8:52, closed)

My guess would be the Hell's Angels enclosure

( eXOBeX, Sun 22 Aug 2010, 23:16, closed)

you don't accidentally wander into the HA enclosure. the nice men on the entrance won't let you.
if you're invited in and fuck up when there, you may well spend 8 weeks in hospital afterwards, however.
( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Tue 24 Aug 2010, 9:45, closed)