A bit out of hand really.
We organised a big fight with the rival school from up the road.
This was going to be great. We had about 30-40 lads coming, people turning up from everywhere.

The fight was arranged and for some reason we split into 2 groups. A small advance party (about 9 of us) went on the bus.

We got off and promptly saw 2 little cunts goading us from the street ahead.
Me and a mate went for them and as we rounded the corner we saw why they were so cocky.

About 40 lads, all armed with sticks, bricks, bottles etc etc were waiting.

I'm not afraid to say we shat it there and then, turned and legged it to our few lads, reported our findings and then we went for it.

No sign of the rest of our lot.

One mate went through a window, another got severely beaten by this awesomely huge and terrifying skinhead (more on him later) and generally we came off pretty badly.

They dissipated and we never got the chance to fight back really.

Then it starts to go wrong.

I'm at home one day and my mum tells me there's a copper on the phone. He says he's coming round in 15 minutes. Oh shit.

The mate who was in the advanced party with me was on his way round and this copper said it would be fine to interview us together as it would save time.

We were and still are good friends so we read the situation and told him enough to save ourselves from trouble.

We recounted the story of the terrifying skinhead and he told us they knew all about him. thrown out of the army. Violent. Crazy. Dangerous.

Anyway, some weeks later i'm with a girl at a mates house (same guy). The door goes and there's the skinhead with someone my mate knows.

"do you know any of these people...." he reads out my name and then proceeds to tell my friend that he's just been sharpening knives at this garage over the road and he's going to "cut them up (the boys on the list)".

I was 10 stairs away from this meatheaded lunatic, and at 15 i was terrified.

For 2 weeks i had to watch my back and then one day, whilst bunking off PE due to poor weather i heard on my walkman that he had been arrested whilst trying to rob a Ladbrokes with a shotgun. Police had a stand off with him and he tried to shoot them.

I cheered that day. I cheered that cunts impending years in prison and my new found freedom.
(beebolbod for those that are hard of hearing - LISTEN, Mon 13 Mar 2006, 16:19, Reply)