School fights
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
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I'm a lover not a fighter.
My only school fight involved being surrounded by a group of guys from the year above. In the interests of not getting a kicking I ran at the nearest one and floored him before promptly running home crying. If I was to go back in time I'd of probably been quite proud of myself rather than being shit-scared as I was at the time.
My most entertaining fight to have won since then was in the Mardi nightclub in Dundee one new years. Being English and well-spoken I go down like a lead ballon with the locals. Anyway, I am stood waiting to get my coat at the end of the night and the next thing I know a fist hits me out of no where. Now it was at a very cock-eyed angle and glanced off my cheek. The cheeky Dundonian who had tried to lamp me then proceeded to fall over at my feet before being dragged off by a couple of Bouncers. I collected my coat and wandered off rather bemused to catch up with my mates. I did however end up with a broken rib after play fighting with my brother later in the night.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 15:19, Reply)
My only school fight involved being surrounded by a group of guys from the year above. In the interests of not getting a kicking I ran at the nearest one and floored him before promptly running home crying. If I was to go back in time I'd of probably been quite proud of myself rather than being shit-scared as I was at the time.
My most entertaining fight to have won since then was in the Mardi nightclub in Dundee one new years. Being English and well-spoken I go down like a lead ballon with the locals. Anyway, I am stood waiting to get my coat at the end of the night and the next thing I know a fist hits me out of no where. Now it was at a very cock-eyed angle and glanced off my cheek. The cheeky Dundonian who had tried to lamp me then proceeded to fall over at my feet before being dragged off by a couple of Bouncers. I collected my coat and wandered off rather bemused to catch up with my mates. I did however end up with a broken rib after play fighting with my brother later in the night.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 15:19, Reply)
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