I used to work in a 'rufty-tufty' pub
The summer before I went to University, still fresh faced from my polite suburban grammar school, I worked at a pub. It was awesome. The landlady was constantly hammered, the pub was never too heaving to be particularly difficult work, and it was such a *local* local, that you always knew 95% of the customers, and could have a nice chat.

The pub had two bars, which roughly split the clientele into 'builders' and 'everyone else'. The builders were by far the most fun. They were there by noon every day, and stayed until closing every day, and their rounds were exceptionally easy. "Eleven pints of carlsberg". "Coming right up."

Anyway, this lot treated the pub like their front room, and so despite being rather on the rough-around-the-edges, never caused any real trouble... until one night... ~~~~~~ wavy lines~~~~~~

A new bloke comes into the builders' bar. Vaguely known to them, but doesn't quite sit with the group. He props up the bar, buys his own drinks, and starts telling filthy jokes. These start quite funny, and then get increasingly horrific (think the most distasteful excesses from the /talk board, and then some). He is loud enough that he can be heard through in the other bar (where the more gentile members of society are drinking) and there begin to be complaints.

Then, he starts on his new set of material, the stuff for the connoisseur racist. It's all n-word this, and coon that. I begin to brick it at this point, because he is SIGNIFICANTLY bigger and scarier than me, and I am working on my own behind the bar. The boss is upstairs having a 'nap' (read, passed out slewed) and if it all goes pear-shaped, it's on my head.

Suddenly, as my sphincter is preparing to implode under the pressure, the fates intervene on my behalf; there is a low rumble from a shady corner, and a very quiet "we don't use that kind of language in here... mate...". One of the regulars stands up from his chair. He is a big man. A very big man. The sort of man who looks to be chiseled from granite. The sort of man who would sit very quietly, and not say two words all evening, but who could clearly crush you like an ant without breaking a sweat.

The bar suddenly silences. The air drips with tension. Our neighborhood xenophobe breaks off from an evocative tale about a "wig-wog" and, bristling, begins to turn slowly around, accompanied by his smug, self-satisfied war-cry of "Oh yeah? And you're going to stop me? You... facking... cahnt..."

There is the briefest of brief pauses, as he looks slightly upwards at the face of the man he has just insulted. He *just* has the time for the haze of bravado to crumble ever-so-slightly, before the fist impacts him straight into the side of his face.

Now, I led a fairly sheltered life up until this point (still do, really), so I have very little to compare it to, but even so, this punch was staggering. The bigot's whole head went over at a funny angle, rolled slighly for a second or so, and then he just crumpled to the deck. Our punch-thrower nods to a friend of his, and un-speaking they carry this bloke outside and plonk him on a bench. Not a single word is spoken, they both sit down to continue with their pints, and I slowly begin to de-clench.

A few minutes later, I spy our racist friend wobbling carefully off into the evening, and never saw him again.

Ah, happy days.

TLDR; racist gets thumped. Not really a war.
(Serotonicity was a naughty boy on..., Thu 31 May 2012, 16:37, 5 replies)

Bit of discriminatory pub in any case
Putting the gentiles in the other bar.
( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Thu 31 May 2012, 17:32, closed)

Oy-vey!
As it were.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 31 May 2012, 20:11, closed)

Excellent.
Click.
( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Thu 31 May 2012, 18:13, closed)

Did he and ten of his mates in the EDL come round and smash the place up later on?

( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Thu 31 May 2012, 20:46, closed)

Doubt
you could mobilise the entire EDL in ten minutes. To busy drinking some cheap foreign beer in parks.
(Samantha Bricks Better half done a poo on, Fri 1 Jun 2012, 8:47, closed)