The Funny...
In my youth, despite my small frame, my sense of personal pride would not allow me to back down from any fight. This would often result in a school-boy dust up with the odd would-be school bully, shocked at my ignorance of my perceived physical limitations (small and weedy).

On one such occasion, there was a young chap from the year below, who tried his luck with me in an effort to obtain the brownie points for beating up a lad in the year above. The inevitable scrap followed, shirts were pulled, names were called and head locks were traded until the bell went, at which point we went on our separate ways, the bell usually marking the end of hostilities.

As always, I thought no more of it, until word reached me in my math’s lesson that said lad was rounding up any able-bodied lad in his year, and I was in for a spot of trouble at the gates after school. My pride refuses to allow me to back down from even this, and I accept that tonight, I'm in for a kick-in.

The end of day bell rings, and I begin to walk towards the school gates, with all the excitement of a death row inmate walking towards ‘ol’ sparkey’. From behind I hear some shouting, and a young lad runs past me, barking at me to follow his lead and snarling like something feral as he leads our two-man charge into the gathered crowd (only about 8 of them bothered to show). Names were called, headlocks were traded, noses were broke, faces were kicked, and knuckles were grazed, with my unexpected ally and I standing triumphant as the other group retreated.

In their eagerness to obtain allies for the nights festivities, every able bodied lad in the year below was asked to join, including “Psycho Dave” who, as his name may suggest, had even more anger management issues than I. He had three much older brothers who he would fight with, and he was ‘nails’, and feared nothing, and nobody. Dave agreed readily to join in, but failed to mention which side he would be fighting on.

This would have been useful information, seeing as Psycho Dave’s Dad, happens to be my Dads elder brother. This made even more glaringly obvious when you realize that Psycho Dave and I, share the same surname.

How we laughed.
( BulldogUgly Visit my profile to see what's between my legs, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 14:16, Reply)