having been a doorstaff
or bouncer back when you could call them that, I've been in a couple of scuffles. The most interesting one was when 9 of the town's university rugby reserves team realised they were in a gay bar and kicked off in an almighty way. I got spanged round the head with a metal sign.

Then there was the homeless guy who wandered up to me and swung a length of chain at my head. Fortunately I caught it round my arm, did some sort of crazy jitsu shit and quite literally booted him out the door. I saw him a few days later selling the Big Issue on the high st.

Length? About 2 foot of solid metal. Good times were had :-)
(Biscuit Burlesque wants to be Dita von Teas, Thu 18 Mar 2010, 22:17, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

kicked wanked each other
spanged taken head 'Spice Islands' with a metal sign by the future Archbishop of Canterbury

EDIT: Are you implying that your dazzling display of what you refer to as your 'crazy jitsu shit' and the fact that this vagrant was subsequently seen selling the Big Issue are in some way connected? Had you in some inspirational way set him on the path back to what our American cousins describe so charmingly as 'normalcy'?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 19 Mar 2010, 0:30, Reply)