Mugged
Your Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
( , Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
Your Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
( , Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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Bar Brawl (with music)
Gonna cut this one short(ish)...
Every Wednesday we have a rock night in one the locals. Great night, great people, good music etc...
One night, some cocky rich kids come into the place (not chavs, but posh cocky bastards) and start giving some grief to a guy called 'freaky dave' (bit of a goth but a good lad), anyhoo these guys nick dave's expensive lighter and a whole lot of winging and arguing starts. It gets to a point where it looks like it's all gonna kick off, when I step in and kind of break it up. There's a few punches swung at me and I end up pushing this lad against a wall and tell him to f*ck off. After a brief scuffle they leave.
Following week. Having a drink with my mates (same place, same time) when these guys come back with some big bastards. They sit opposite me and start giving me the eye and before long he's come over and starts giving me all the mouthy shit. He then catches me off guard and punches me about ten times in the face, causing me to fall between the table and knocking all the drinks over.
At this point the large clatter and smashing has alerted all the regulars in the pub and in traditional wild west style - everybody including the barman, DJ and the landlord has got someone or other in a headlock or full nelson. I meanwhile am still struggling with this fucknut who attacked me and manage to swing him off me. Suddenly he 'jolts' backwards violently and I notice my good friend keith has reached behind him and grabbed him by his nostrils. I kid you not his fingers were up his nose and he's being dragged backwards across the seat. I'm never a man to waste an opportunity, so i promptly give him a few heavy kicks to the balls, before I too am dragged across another table (covered in beer and glass)by somebody caught up in the skirmish... After a few seconds it's all over and the would be attackers had been vanquished (and barred) by an effective counter attack.
I was bought about five pints that night and can now proudly say I almost started a bar brawl.
Cheers.
( , Tue 20 Jun 2006, 14:42, Reply)
Gonna cut this one short(ish)...
Every Wednesday we have a rock night in one the locals. Great night, great people, good music etc...
One night, some cocky rich kids come into the place (not chavs, but posh cocky bastards) and start giving some grief to a guy called 'freaky dave' (bit of a goth but a good lad), anyhoo these guys nick dave's expensive lighter and a whole lot of winging and arguing starts. It gets to a point where it looks like it's all gonna kick off, when I step in and kind of break it up. There's a few punches swung at me and I end up pushing this lad against a wall and tell him to f*ck off. After a brief scuffle they leave.
Following week. Having a drink with my mates (same place, same time) when these guys come back with some big bastards. They sit opposite me and start giving me the eye and before long he's come over and starts giving me all the mouthy shit. He then catches me off guard and punches me about ten times in the face, causing me to fall between the table and knocking all the drinks over.
At this point the large clatter and smashing has alerted all the regulars in the pub and in traditional wild west style - everybody including the barman, DJ and the landlord has got someone or other in a headlock or full nelson. I meanwhile am still struggling with this fucknut who attacked me and manage to swing him off me. Suddenly he 'jolts' backwards violently and I notice my good friend keith has reached behind him and grabbed him by his nostrils. I kid you not his fingers were up his nose and he's being dragged backwards across the seat. I'm never a man to waste an opportunity, so i promptly give him a few heavy kicks to the balls, before I too am dragged across another table (covered in beer and glass)by somebody caught up in the skirmish... After a few seconds it's all over and the would be attackers had been vanquished (and barred) by an effective counter attack.
I was bought about five pints that night and can now proudly say I almost started a bar brawl.
Cheers.
( , Tue 20 Jun 2006, 14:42, Reply)
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