Who nose?
Fights were aplenty in my school, some racially motivated, some between teachers, some over girls and lots of petty disputes like during a game of wallies.

'My pound coin was nearer the wall than yours, I won, you gay bastard!'

Ah the good old days; The best fights were between the fifth years or sixth formers - when you're a little 12 year old new to Big School they seemed like proper manly roll your sleeves up fisticuffs kind of affairs.

I was a little bastard at school, I'll admit it. There were four of us in our gang, in all the same lessons, all mad keen on football. We all had a laugh together, but one lad had a clear dislike of me. To be honest I didnt like him that much either. We were always poking fun at each others mums and taking the piss generally. Sometimes it would get tense but never amounted to anything other than handbags at dawn.*

One day I found out my nemesis had spread a rumour that I had only got one testicle. Oh yes, very witty, but I was gutted when some of the fittest girls in the year came up and asked me my sum chuddy total.(was and still is 3). After that, things got serious.

One lovely lunchtime we were all playing football and he kept carrying out snidey little fouls on me and challenging me. Then after a foul that knocked me over the red mist swallowed me up. I flipped and hit him in the face three times, the third of which seemed to go *squish*. I hadnt aimed any punches, I was on complete automatic, mind full of rage. I steeled myself for the comeback - it didnt happen. The crowd dispersed, I was caught by a teacher (you cant help looking guilty after a fight) and suspended for two days...

I came back from suspension to find out i had broken his nose. Sinus trouble seemed to be his middle name after that...

Apologies....

*she didnt mind though.
( prem1um is full of life, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:15, Reply)