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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Ah, and not really a fight
but I did get beaten up once by an odious child who I probably can't name for legal reasons, given what follows.
After a bit of a kicking from him, which followed quite a lot of psychological torment some time in Junior school, I resolved to get the bastard back somehow.
I won the fight in the end a few years later. I had access to some company headed notepaper and an electronic typewriter (I was only eleven, so this was millenia ago - no MS Word back then...). I grassed his dad's building business up to the Inland Revenue.
Moral of this story - don't bully people who are clever. We can be sneaky bastards, and harbour grudges.
And as the Italians say, "revenge is a dish best served cold"...
Apologies for lack of physical fisticuffs, but it's the one I will treasure..
( , Sat 11 Mar 2006, 12:11, Reply)
but I did get beaten up once by an odious child who I probably can't name for legal reasons, given what follows.
After a bit of a kicking from him, which followed quite a lot of psychological torment some time in Junior school, I resolved to get the bastard back somehow.
I won the fight in the end a few years later. I had access to some company headed notepaper and an electronic typewriter (I was only eleven, so this was millenia ago - no MS Word back then...). I grassed his dad's building business up to the Inland Revenue.
Moral of this story - don't bully people who are clever. We can be sneaky bastards, and harbour grudges.
And as the Italians say, "revenge is a dish best served cold"...
Apologies for lack of physical fisticuffs, but it's the one I will treasure..
( , Sat 11 Mar 2006, 12:11, Reply)
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