I was a bit of a daft bugger in my younger days,
I used to get all sorts of drunk and start fights with people over the stupidest things. To put it straight, I was a complete bell end. My reasons for trying to drag people out on to the street for a punch up included; looking at my girlfriend, looking at my mates girlfriend, looking like a bit of a wanker, swearing, and my favourite, apparently once tried to punch a guy because he looked too much like John Lennon (as i say, bit of an arse)
But the crowning glory was one night, after a heady day of drinking and playing at being silly buggers, about midnight, on our way to the next drinking establishment, in my drunken state, go crashing in to the back of a large fellow. I instantly start shouting at him, calling him all sorts of horrid names, and that he should watch where he was going, and what a prick he was (despite it being entirely my fault). This fella just sort of stared at me, as Danny tries to pull me away and calm me down, nothing I'm saying seems to even get this guys goat even a little elevated. And then he swings. Now, I was kind of expecting this, and moved slightly, unfortunately, Danny had chosen this moment to move in to the way to stop me making it worse. Fist comes hurtling towards us, and catches Danny square in the side of the head. And he goes down. Hard.
Shock sets in, this guy just knocked Danny out, but for some reason my worry about Danny took over from my fighting instinct. The big fella even helped with Danny, and felt bad for punching him instead of me. After Danny came round, and I had apologised to the big fella for being a prick (it's amazing how quite a lot of blood pouring out of your mates head can sober you up) we got chatting to he big guy and it turned out he was part of the boxing squad for Cambridge, in Oxford for a Varsity punch-off, and we had interrupted his evening of pre-fight drinking. He invited us to come watch the boxing the next day, as he still felt bad about Danny, and we ended up having a great day out the next day, watched loads of great boxing, and made a new friend in the Heavyweight Varsity champion. Sometimes, being a prick pays off. Unless you're friends with the dick, and then you just get a nasty scar.
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 18 Mar 2013, 12:24, 7 replies)

The fight with oneself
is the hardest. Congrats on growing up.
(roysin, Mon 18 Mar 2013, 12:40, closed)

i just came to learn when to go home and take it out on my wife instead of strangers.

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 18 Mar 2013, 12:58, closed)

At least she did something to deserve it.
nag nag nag.
( Kroney, Mon 18 Mar 2013, 13:19, closed)

I remember you!

(Brigadier an old boot sitting on a man's face - forever, Mon 18 Mar 2013, 19:45, closed)

bullshit.

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Mon 18 Mar 2013, 21:17, closed)

I do, you were at the taxi queue every Saturday night.

How come you’re not a bellend anymore?
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Tue 19 Mar 2013, 14:29, closed)

We did go out most Saturdays after work. Still, in answer to your question, hurt a few people I liked, met a girl that I wanted to not think I was a twat. grew up a bit generally I suppose.
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Tue 19 Mar 2013, 16:33, closed)