Not me but:
My mum is shopping in Leicester market on a jam packed busy Saturday, when someone suddenly starts running through the crowd.
"Stop, theif, someone stop him! Theif!" shout the market trading people.

My mum craftily sticks out her foot and sends the guy flying (or, more accurately, falling, flying would be OK). He gets up, dusts himself down and squares up to my mum.

His thoughts: (mid fifties, short arse, no problem)
Actual fact: (2nd degree black belt, breaks boards, bricks, necks etc for fun, quite a big problem)

The situation was diffused before anything cool happened though by one of the market traders saying "Its OK, we were only mucking about."

Apparently it was one of their mates, and they do it all the time! Hilarious! Except he didn't seem to think so.

Just an insight into why there seem to be so many "I'm a kung fu marine sword fighting boxer so I decked the bitch" style posts: everyone else is thinking that their "I was mugged at knife point and it was the most emotionally castrating event of my life, I still live in a haze of fear" stories aren't much fun.

I was mugged when I was a kid, on a bus, and it was neither fun nor interesting. I've spent the last 8 years making sure that if it happens again it will be something worth telling the grandkids.

Hiyahh! Just try it!
(please don't hit my face)
(ManekiNeko loves horses, Fri 16 Jun 2006, 13:50, Reply)