I got punched once.
My crime? My companion at the time had, in passing, said 'hello' to this chaps girlfriend.

After having this chav yell in my face for a reasonable amount of time, I got bored and told him to fuck off. I may even have called him a cunt as well. After which is lamped me and then legged it.

I was rather drunk at the time, which is probably why I didn't run away at the start. After recovering from the initial surprise I looked around, realised I couldn't see him any more so I carried on to the pub and forgot all about it until the following morning when I wondered why my jaw was a bit sore.

This is the only time I've been in anything even resembling a fight and to make it even better, it happened in the quaint, idyllic surroundings of Yarmouth on the Isle of Wight.
(Woodlouse say it with flowers. Send her a Triffid, Mon 18 Mar 2013, 19:00, 1 reply)

Yarmouth, Isle of Wight
You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy
(Apothecaries' weight - I'm a cyborg, but that's OK, Tue 19 Mar 2013, 22:19, closed)