Bragging cockfoster floored
This one happened in my final year at high school. (In a Maths lesson to be exact)

Being one of the tallest blokes in my year, I regularly came in for a bit of stick off the short-arse council-estate chavs who wanted to prove their worth by fighting the biggest lad they could find. I indulged in this once or twice until my head of year gave me multiple detentions for picking on people smaller than me. (it didn't matter that one of them had come at me with a knife, turns out he was very good at crying to get sympathy, wanker)

Anyway, I put myself on a fighting ban and would always walk away from trouble rather than cause any more grief.

Until one very warm afternoon in Maths, that is... I used to sit near the back of the classroom with my best mate Alec and my other close mate Mike would sit infront of us, next to a guy called Richard Benson. Benno (as he was known) was about an inch shorter than me, but he had a good 5 stone on me in mountainous blubber. He was the archetypal farmer's son - reckoned he owned the place and loved to recount stories of how he acted as door security at the wrestling matches his dad supposedly organised. He would also brag that he was the only person hard enough to keep the peace at these events.

Anyway, on this particular day, the fat knacker kept turning around and hittng mine and Alec's knuckles with a 40cm (not 30) steel rule. He would wait until our maths tutor had her back turned an then he'd launch his witty little attack. I could feel the red mist coming over and in the end I lost it. I slid my chair backwards and sneaked out into the aisle between desks. I stood to the left of Benno and tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned to face me I hit him with a left hook that onlookers said I seemed to pick up from the ground. Unfortunately I hit him that hard that as his podgy head flew back, he sort of headbutted Mike (who as I said, was sat next to him) and pretty much knocked him out.

The classroom fell silent and I stood there thinking "oh shit, I've really hurt him" then I just sat down and carried on with a batch of simultaneous equations.

As anyone who's been to high school knows, fight news travels fast and soon I was the talk of the year group. Benno was not happy and spent the next two days telling people he'd love to come back and hit me but his eye was too swollen to be able to see me properly. Anyway, his royal fatness never did take revenge and Mike only had minor concussion.

Apologies for length, unless you're a female reader.
(The Graduate Adding to the confusion since 1974, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 18:57, Reply)