Going Too FarEver had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
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chthonic, Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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FilthyWhen I was a young rebel with a cause, that cause being international socialist revolution (sooocialist worker, soooocialist worker), we used to go on demonstrations. It was kind of a hobby, anti-apartheid, troops out of Northern Ireland, Down with the fascist Shah of Iran, Anti-Nazi League, Rock against Racism, Touche pas mon Pote, Maggie Maggie Maggie, Out out out, Support the miners, Ban the Bomb, Grunswick (look it up), you bleedin’ name we were against it.
Anyway, it was all a bit of fun for us middle-class, sub-urban, punky lefty types…usually. One day though, at a Troops Out march, there was a bit of a confrontation with the Filth – as we fondly called them – or more precisely, the SPG: Special Patrol Group. Now one of our group was actually an ex-soldier, so had a bit more reason than the rest of us this time around, also, he wasn’t afraid of a bit of confrontation. Anyway, things got a bit hairy, most of us ran away, but ex-soldier boy got grabbed by the Filth. OK, fair dos, he’ll be held, charged, released, no harm done; but no, they went too far.
Four of them held him: a limb apiece, while a fifth one punched him right in the knackers. When I saw him next, he was walking with two walking sticks…very slowly, and with a gait made famous in the Wild West.
(, Tue 14 Nov 2006, 14:09, Reply)
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