Dont fight gypsies you will never win.
As I have mentioned in previous a post I used to live in the country and there was/is quite a vast Gypsies population.
One family actually upgraded themselves into a bonafide house and sent their children to school. Shocking I know.

The youngest boy was a year below me, then there was one in my year and twins two years above me.

Now the youngest was a horrible little cunt right mouthy bastard and would steal your shadow given half a chance.
One day after school I caught him trying to break the lock on my Bike, so being the reasonable fellow I am I beat the shit out of him.
That was my first mistake of the day.
An hour after I get home the Brother the same age as me called round screaming and shouting in his pleasent romany tones that "I lookin for trouble if I touch his brather Again"
I tried to inform him that I only hit him because He was after my bike.
This was the second mistake.
cue shouts of "are ya calling us thieves?"
while shoving me.
the second fight of the day then happened and getting the upper hand after a tussle I kicked him in the face as hard as I could, knocking him out.
This was the third mistake of the day.
Feeling rather guilty I helped him home, now at the time he was ok and had taken being beaten up very well even going as far as saying he was going to whip his little bra.
Trusting a Gypsie the final and possibly the most stupid mistake of the day.

Riding my bike to school the next day the twins jumped me, knocked me off my bike with a log/baseball bat, Beat the living shit out of me, emptied my bag into the stream and had my bike away.
the bastards.
(Barry Chuckle has gone out in the thong to feed the pigeons, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:10, Reply)