Fight! Fight! Fight! or Flight!
I was in a pub a few years back playing pool with the not-ironically-named Big Dave when a wee scrote started to kick off that it was his turn to play. Brandishing an upturned cue in one hand, he squared up to me and asked me what I was going to do about it.

Cool as the proverbial cucumber, I turned to Dave and asked for his opinion: he slowly unfolded his massive frame from his seat and didn't even have time to reply before scrote-boy decided that he was mistaken and made himself scarce.

Which was lucky, since I'm about a tough as a particularly weedy weed and Dave, despite his imposing bulk, wouldn't say boo to a goose.

Tell us about fights you've (nearly or really) been in. If it's 'nearly', how did you avoid it? If 'really', did you own them, or get your arse kicked?

P.S. Yes I know we had 'school fights' before but it was a while ago and I reckon this might be different enough. Maybe.
( reallywittyname veraciously conspues lexiphanicism on, Mon 15 Oct 2007, 11:11, Reply)