'Tis the Season
Having a pint in my hometown in the arse end of nowhere (the rural West Midlands) a few years back. Me and an old school friend were back home with our families for Christmas and had agreed to go for a pint one night, so we headed to the local Wetherspoons (before you judge me, it's one of only two pubs in the town centre anyone under 60 would want to go to, and the other one's full of cunts).

Anyway. I was always a bit wary in this place ever since a Christmas several years previously where a chance remark from a friend of mine, asking someone if they'd mind terribly letting him past, had very nearly led to a brawl with the entire local football side, who were on their Christmas Party and doing their best to impersonate the obnoxious behaviour of their professional counterparts. So we had a few beers, kept ourselves to ourselves, had a chat, etc.

After a while, two blokes asked if they could share our table. Of course. We got chatting, and it turned out that were also local and our age but had been to another school, we knew some of the same people around town. We had a good chat, had a laugh etc. It was all in the Christmas spirit of peace on earth and good will to all men.

Then, as we were heading off, one of them said 'Hey... I don't suppose you er... fancy a fight?'

Eh?

'Sometimes we pop up to the car park by the old market at the end of the night, meet a few mates, and have a bit of a scrap.'

Eh?

'It's sort of like... Fight Club.'

No thanks.

'Alright. No problem. Have a nice Christmas.'

So there you go. I was invited to join my home town's version of fight club by having a Yuletide punch-up in a car park. I'm slightly worried I might be breaking some sort of rule by talking about it, actually...
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 14 Mar 2013, 13:18, 2 replies)

Fancy a bit of a wrestle?

( 4Q just lurking, Thu 14 Mar 2013, 23:38, closed)

Maybe
Maybe.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Fri 15 Mar 2013, 0:21, closed)