selective memory
well, i'll skip over all the beatings, threats and intimidation that i suffered in the 80's, been a make up wearing, mohawked goth in a smallish mining village didnt go down well and no doubt i deserved it :), but two occasions stick out a bit. first one was when this new lad was trying to make his mark, he was huge and very full of himself, and one time him and a few of his mates got my back against the wall in the corridor and circled me, whilst he insulted me and punctuated his insults by jabbing me in the chest with the first two fingers of his right hand..the humiliation made me have a david bannister moment, i grabbed his fingers with both hands and sharply pulled them downwards - loud crack and a sudden end to insults..came back tomorrow with hand all strapped up and two broken fingers - yay. next one was when a mate of mine spent an entire maths lesson reaching across the desk and lightly slapping me in the face..about every 10 seconds for the whole lesson. this had made me lose all sense of reality by about 15 minutes in, and had instead become a tiny ball of rage. at end of lesson he stood infornt of me grinning and slapped me again, so i grabbed his windpipe and ran, lifting him off the ground and smacking him into the brick wall, then when he had fallen to the floor i sat on top of him, still squeezing, until i was lifted of his unconcious self and restrained. he was fine though, apart from the bruises. two shining moments in 7 years of me getting battered. massive apologies for length.
(bambambambambam, Sun 12 Mar 2006, 14:03, Reply)