That taught him...
I was giving a workmate a lift home one evening after work in Aberdeen. We were going along westnorth street past Safeway which is dual carriageway in my beloved Ford Orion GL.
Anyway, on the pavement a fight was in progress...well, it was more of a one-sided beating. As we got closer we saw it was a girl getting the shit kicked out of her by some guy. This wasnt just argy-bargy, she was getting a real beating.
A few other motorists were slowing down a bit to gawp, but not actually doing anything to intervene. This seemed a bit unfair to us. We were past the scene so I pulled a U-turn at the next traffic lights and we went back. I stopped opposte them. The guy immediately laid of the girl and started screaming at us "....mind your own fuckinging business, ill do you next blah blah..." The girl claimed she was "alright" despite the blood pouring out her face. "hes my boyfriend, its ok" .... she refused our help, didnt want a lift, we offered to run her wherever she wanted, but she just started walking awasy. Well, we couldnt force her to accept help and at least the guy had stopped hitting her, so we carried on.
We were now going the wrong direction though so swung another u-turn and carried on, the way we had been going. The problem was this would take us right past where the guy was still standing at the roadside. I reckoned he might throw something at the car, so was prepared the hit the brakes. As we approached at 30mph or so, he started walking across the pavement to the roadside. Thinking he might kick the car, I prepared to swerve away from him.
I still cant get over what he did though, He stepped out directly infront of me and tried to punch my rapidly aproaching bonnet! I could have swerved, but clearly remember thinking "If your stupid enough to try that, you deserve the consequences" and hit him. He was clipped by the corner of the car and flung over the roof to thump into a messy heap on the road behind me. I skidded to a stop and got out. His hardman attitude had changed. "you fucking nutter, you run me over, your fucking nuts, man" he got up and limped off.
I called the cops, but the operator didnt seem to give a damn and was more concerned with whether I wanted to press charges against the guy for damaging my car, so we let it drop and buggered off.
For all I know, he made it round the corner, where he might have died from internal injuries, but I dont really care.

I later found out that somewhere round that area is some kind of drop-in clinic cum hostel type of thing for junkies, and this sort of scene is quite normal in the area.
(dave likes cheese, Thu 14 Feb 2008, 15:39, Reply)