Have you ever been in a fight?
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I worked in nightclubs across the UK in my younger days and have been involved in so many fights I've lost count. I would say that at least 80% of the fights have been down to drink - very, very unpleasant indeed. As door staff you had to try and keep your cool but sometimes err I lost it - if you know what I mean!
The toughest place I worked was in central Glasgow on Sauchiehall Street - nothing but fists (maybe the odd bat or two) or you looked to be a looser - quite right too!!!!!
Interestingly in Glasgow very few fights broke out in the venue it was invariably taken outside. That's what Urn Brew does for yuuuuuuuuuuuu!!
The toughest place I worked was in central Glasgow on Sauchiehall Street - nothing but fists (maybe the odd bat or two) or you looked to be a looser - quite right too!!!!!
Interestingly in Glasgow very few fights broke out in the venue it was invariably taken outside. That's what Urn Brew does for yuuuuuuuuuuuu!!
None to talk of whilst at school, an absolute kicking outside the Kebabary next door to Emma's nightclub in Gosport in 1997. And a couple of mild confrontations the past couple of years, last one involving me dropping the rather large goalkeeper of the local Danish football team. He had left a bruise on my 38kg girlfriends wrist as she was trying to pull away from him.
However, more recently I believe I did save a fella from getting the hiding of his life. In a small bar on the east coast of Siberia, Russia in the town of Sovetskaya Gavan myself and fellow shipmate (we were joining a ship) who was Russian were merrily chugging back beers and various random shots that we could find from behind the bar. One older chap of about 50 years old really really wanted to drink some 'Wodka' with the 'Americano' (I'm an Englishman through and through but no telling him). Eventually I did agree to have a vodka with him so he ordered for the two of us. Imagine my eyes lighting up and then my terror as the waitress poured two glasses, each with 200ml of vodka in?!
Vodka makes me puke if I drink it neat so I knew what I had to do...
The moment both glasses were on the bar I picked up my glass and scuppered the lot of it in one go. Looks of amazement from everyone in the bar, having already assumed that I could never drink vodka like the Russians.
I held my own for a few minutes and shrugged of the praise, I let the mood subside and about 3 minutes after the drink went for a nonchalant visit to the bathroom where I promptly threw up all of the vodka within and whatever else was in there at the time. Cleaned myself up and carried on drinking tactical puke completed.
My fellow imbiber of vodka was not so wise as me and having finished his vodka in a couple of minutes kept it inside him and progressively turned into the type of person you may expect him to be after half a pint of vodka.
A group of the local youffs took offense to his impolite comments to the girls and ushered him out of the bar on his hands and knees with an occasional boot to the kidneys. I figured this was how it was done over here so carried on minding my own business.
Twenty minutes or so later the drunken vodka drinker made a return to the bar and with a mean look of vengeance in his eye made a beeline for the youffs.
I figured they would literally tear him to pieces so I made a swift move for him and with my arm around his throat walked him out of the bar backwards, as he tripped I pleced my hand under his head to cushion as it landed, then with my hands over his throat politely passed him his spectacles that he'd dropped and told him that he had best leave the bar before he gets a shoeing. He meekly collected himself and departed, I returned to the bar a hero.
I don't remember much more of the night, I've been told that a couple of cute females were making passes at me however even despite the tactical puke I was in no fit state to return the compliments and woke up in my dingy hotel room alone with a throbbing hangover.
However, more recently I believe I did save a fella from getting the hiding of his life. In a small bar on the east coast of Siberia, Russia in the town of Sovetskaya Gavan myself and fellow shipmate (we were joining a ship) who was Russian were merrily chugging back beers and various random shots that we could find from behind the bar. One older chap of about 50 years old really really wanted to drink some 'Wodka' with the 'Americano' (I'm an Englishman through and through but no telling him). Eventually I did agree to have a vodka with him so he ordered for the two of us. Imagine my eyes lighting up and then my terror as the waitress poured two glasses, each with 200ml of vodka in?!
Vodka makes me puke if I drink it neat so I knew what I had to do...
The moment both glasses were on the bar I picked up my glass and scuppered the lot of it in one go. Looks of amazement from everyone in the bar, having already assumed that I could never drink vodka like the Russians.
I held my own for a few minutes and shrugged of the praise, I let the mood subside and about 3 minutes after the drink went for a nonchalant visit to the bathroom where I promptly threw up all of the vodka within and whatever else was in there at the time. Cleaned myself up and carried on drinking tactical puke completed.
My fellow imbiber of vodka was not so wise as me and having finished his vodka in a couple of minutes kept it inside him and progressively turned into the type of person you may expect him to be after half a pint of vodka.
A group of the local youffs took offense to his impolite comments to the girls and ushered him out of the bar on his hands and knees with an occasional boot to the kidneys. I figured this was how it was done over here so carried on minding my own business.
Twenty minutes or so later the drunken vodka drinker made a return to the bar and with a mean look of vengeance in his eye made a beeline for the youffs.
I figured they would literally tear him to pieces so I made a swift move for him and with my arm around his throat walked him out of the bar backwards, as he tripped I pleced my hand under his head to cushion as it landed, then with my hands over his throat politely passed him his spectacles that he'd dropped and told him that he had best leave the bar before he gets a shoeing. He meekly collected himself and departed, I returned to the bar a hero.
I don't remember much more of the night, I've been told that a couple of cute females were making passes at me however even despite the tactical puke I was in no fit state to return the compliments and woke up in my dingy hotel room alone with a throbbing hangover.
A gay bloke grabbed my crown jewels once in a club, so being drunk i punched him in the face and he dropped to the floor. Remembering it the next day I felt really guilty for over reacting and was going to track him down and apolagise but i lost intrest, that's about it since school being a bit of a fat lad chavs are never quite sure how a fight would go so almost always back down although i suspect if I didn't get the first punch in I probably wouldn't win.
polo54 said:
What a lovely group of people.polo54 said:
You just wasted 45 minutes of your life. What absolute pond scum.When I was 10-12 i had my own private bully. We got the same train to school, 40 minutes each way. The only train that i could get which got me to school on time.
He was an evil bugger, he had a miniature (but real) snooker ball on a chain he used to t
t me with. On my birthday he made me take off my brand new Swatch watch and he smashed it to pieces with the pool ball. I told my parents i had lost it at school and got grounded by my old man for weeks.
Another time he threw my school bag out of the moving train. It was full of school kit, rugby kit and boots, lots of other stuff. My parents were on their arses financially at that stage and the £100 off quid to replace everything (in the early 80's) must have been painful.
Fast forward 10 years. I'm now big. Properly big. I get off a bus in Manchester after having had a few beers and low and behold there is Mr. Tormentor.
No though process at all. Just a single punch to his nose. Catastrophic blow. Walked away happy. For all I know I killed him. Whatever the outcome i couldn't give a flying fk. Payback is a bh.
He was an evil bugger, he had a miniature (but real) snooker ball on a chain he used to t
t me with. On my birthday he made me take off my brand new Swatch watch and he smashed it to pieces with the pool ball. I told my parents i had lost it at school and got grounded by my old man for weeks.Another time he threw my school bag out of the moving train. It was full of school kit, rugby kit and boots, lots of other stuff. My parents were on their arses financially at that stage and the £100 off quid to replace everything (in the early 80's) must have been painful.
Fast forward 10 years. I'm now big. Properly big. I get off a bus in Manchester after having had a few beers and low and behold there is Mr. Tormentor.
No though process at all. Just a single punch to his nose. Catastrophic blow. Walked away happy. For all I know I killed him. Whatever the outcome i couldn't give a flying f
k. Payback is a bh.Im 6ft,2 and being the taller one in the class was the target in my school days for the low life Bullies, I was not a team player, hated Football, rugby, cricket and all the other thug sports the tossers seemed to revel in. At 16, walked out of the school canteen to be met by a fist breaking my nose, I found out about a week later who did it! I hope he dies of cancer. I used to not bother going to school in my later years as I knew there was someone there who would beat me up. Needless to say my exam results were beyond crap. Things got better after school or so I thought as I went to Art college 
As a result of my school days I hate Bullies, another night walking home from a pub by myself a car pulls up, three guys get out and one guy attacks me with a Knuckle duster, I ran for my life and a passing van stopped and drove me away from them chasing me. I spent my 21st birthday in hospital having my face lifted out, they broke my cheek bone and it was only the swelling holding my eye in the socket. If I now see someone having a go (or about to) I will attempt to stop any punches being thrown.
One night in the late 80s I was really enjoying myself at a local bar with great music playing, then 2 amateur football teams who had had a ruck earlier in the day decided to continue the fight in the Pub later in the evening. As the fight kicked off many people made a run for the door, I had been drinking but was enraged these tossers had ruined my evening. The bar was one of these new Bottle bars where you would drink a bottle of Bud or a bottle of Sol with a slice of lime in the top, I saw this guy break 2 bottles against the wall in the bar and I flew in, I held his arms down by his side preventing him from using the bottles on anyone.
I was Lucky that evening, I did not get hit and the Rozzers turned up.
The DJ had seen my actions and I ended up working on the door of that Bar for 2 years. I also met my Mussis through working on the door I also worked up in Covent Garden one evening Doing Door work, that was on a whole different level to what I had been used to. Remember Mobile phones had only just come out then! We would send a member of the door staff out on a rotar basis to check the guys on the other bars were OK and that no threts has been made.
Really Hate Bullies.
As a result of my school days I hate Bullies, another night walking home from a pub by myself a car pulls up, three guys get out and one guy attacks me with a Knuckle duster, I ran for my life and a passing van stopped and drove me away from them chasing me. I spent my 21st birthday in hospital having my face lifted out, they broke my cheek bone and it was only the swelling holding my eye in the socket. If I now see someone having a go (or about to) I will attempt to stop any punches being thrown. One night in the late 80s I was really enjoying myself at a local bar with great music playing, then 2 amateur football teams who had had a ruck earlier in the day decided to continue the fight in the Pub later in the evening. As the fight kicked off many people made a run for the door, I had been drinking but was enraged these tossers had ruined my evening. The bar was one of these new Bottle bars where you would drink a bottle of Bud or a bottle of Sol with a slice of lime in the top, I saw this guy break 2 bottles against the wall in the bar and I flew in, I held his arms down by his side preventing him from using the bottles on anyone.
I was Lucky that evening, I did not get hit and the Rozzers turned up.
The DJ had seen my actions and I ended up working on the door of that Bar for 2 years. I also met my Mussis through working on the door
I also worked up in Covent Garden one evening Doing Door work, that was on a whole different level to what I had been used to. Remember Mobile phones had only just come out then! We would send a member of the door staff out on a rotar basis to check the guys on the other bars were OK and that no threts has been made.Really Hate Bullies.
Edited by fatboy18 on Monday 3rd September 20:47
Edited by fatboy18 on Monday 3rd September 21:48
benjj said:
When I was 10-12 i had my own private bully. We got the same train to school, 40 minutes each way. The only train that i could get which got me to school on time.
He was an evil bugger, he had a miniature (but real) snooker ball on a chain he used to tt me with. On my birthday he made me take off my brand new Swatch watch and he smashed it to pieces with the pool ball. I told my parents i had lost it at school and got grounded by my old man for weeks.
Another time he threw my school bag out of the moving train. It was full of school kit, rugby kit and boots, lots of other stuff. My parents were on their arses financially at that stage and the £100 off quid to replace everything (in the early 80's) must have been painful.
Fast forward 10 years. I'm now big. Properly big. I get off a bus in Manchester after having had a few beers and low and behold there is Mr. Tormentor.
No though process at all. Just a single punch to his nose. Catastrophic blow. Walked away happy. For all I know I killed him. Whatever the outcome i couldn't give a flying fk. Payback is a bh.
I feel your pain mate, Hate Bullies. He was an evil bugger, he had a miniature (but real) snooker ball on a chain he used to t
t me with. On my birthday he made me take off my brand new Swatch watch and he smashed it to pieces with the pool ball. I told my parents i had lost it at school and got grounded by my old man for weeks.Another time he threw my school bag out of the moving train. It was full of school kit, rugby kit and boots, lots of other stuff. My parents were on their arses financially at that stage and the £100 off quid to replace everything (in the early 80's) must have been painful.
Fast forward 10 years. I'm now big. Properly big. I get off a bus in Manchester after having had a few beers and low and behold there is Mr. Tormentor.
No though process at all. Just a single punch to his nose. Catastrophic blow. Walked away happy. For all I know I killed him. Whatever the outcome i couldn't give a flying f
k. Payback is a bh.
benjj said:
.....No though process at all. Just a single punch to his nose. Catastrophic blow. Walked away happy. For all I know I killed him. Whatever the outcome i couldn't give a flying fk. Payback is a bh.
I was desperately hoping you weren't going to say something like "I saw him, and I realised I just wasn't bothered, and shook his hand".k. Payback is a bh.Nice one. I've known my share of bullies, none deserve to be forgiven.
King Herald said:
benjj said:
.....No though process at all. Just a single punch to his nose. Catastrophic blow. Walked away happy. For all I know I killed him. Whatever the outcome i couldn't give a flying fk. Payback is a bh.
I was desperately hoping you weren't going to say something like "I saw him, and I realised I just wasn't bothered, and shook his hand".k. Payback is a bh.Nice one. I've known my share of bullies, none deserve to be forgiven.
snowdude2910 said:
A gay bloke grabbed my crown jewels once in a club, so being drunk i punched him in the face and he dropped to the floor. Remembering it the next day I felt really guilty for over reacting and was going to track him down and apolagise but i lost intrest, that's about it since school being a bit of a fat lad chavs are never quite sure how a fight would go so almost always back down although i suspect if I didn't get the first punch in I probably wouldn't win.
So you were in a gay bar & was suprised when a guy grabbed you by the goolies? 
I grew up in a rough area and lived there since I was 11, so you either had to learn to defend yourself or run away/take it whenever challenged. I chose the former, which resulted in me getting into petty scraps quite often.
Since I moved away from there and living a better life, I've rarely gotten into fights. Only two that spring to memory are.....
1. About a two years ago I was walking through town with the (now ex) missus on my arm. I see two fellas coming towards us, one of whom is clearly drunk. We step out of the way and they pass us no bother, or so I thought. I then see my ex's head fly back and she screams falling to the floor. The drunk bloke had for some reason decided he didn't like something about her and took it upon himself to grab her hair and yank it very hard. It took me a second to gather my thought, but after that I just saw red and went mental. To cut a long story short, he ended up with a snapped jaw and fractured eye socket, where as I broke two fingers and got arrested. Not my proudest moment.
2. Again on a night out the weekend gone. Walking through the nightclub dancefloor trying to get to the toilet. Someone bumps into me, resulting in me bumping into another fella causing him to land on his arse spilling his pint onto floor. I help him up and offer to buy him another pint while trying to explain it was an accident, but he was having none of it and went for me. He got in a couple of punches as did I, before the bouncers came over and floored us both
. He tried it on again once we were outside but luckily the bouncers were still around. Luckily this one ended well though. He eventually calmed down and accepted my apology once he bothered to listen to my explanation, and we both shook hands and went our seperate ways.
Since I moved away from there and living a better life, I've rarely gotten into fights. Only two that spring to memory are.....
1. About a two years ago I was walking through town with the (now ex) missus on my arm. I see two fellas coming towards us, one of whom is clearly drunk. We step out of the way and they pass us no bother, or so I thought. I then see my ex's head fly back and she screams falling to the floor. The drunk bloke had for some reason decided he didn't like something about her and took it upon himself to grab her hair and yank it very hard. It took me a second to gather my thought, but after that I just saw red and went mental. To cut a long story short, he ended up with a snapped jaw and fractured eye socket, where as I broke two fingers and got arrested. Not my proudest moment.
2. Again on a night out the weekend gone. Walking through the nightclub dancefloor trying to get to the toilet. Someone bumps into me, resulting in me bumping into another fella causing him to land on his arse spilling his pint onto floor. I help him up and offer to buy him another pint while trying to explain it was an accident, but he was having none of it and went for me. He got in a couple of punches as did I, before the bouncers came over and floored us both
. He tried it on again once we were outside but luckily the bouncers were still around. Luckily this one ended well though. He eventually calmed down and accepted my apology once he bothered to listen to my explanation, and we both shook hands and went our seperate ways.Have to say i'm also surprised at how many stories people have stepped up and ended it with one punch etc! Last couple of 'fights' I was involved in were over 10 years ago after nights of heavy drinking. Both involved me and a couple of mates being outnumbered 2-1 and jumped by chav type scum. Thankfully none of us got more than bruises and a split lip. Ironically on one occasion a police van drove passed just as we were picking ourselves up. We explained what just happened (car with 5 lads stopped, they got out and started on me and 2 mates). Copper said it's overspill from last nights brawl in nearby town and they probably drove over and were returning the favour to anyone they saw. Nice!
Edited by davey68 on Friday 14th September 17:54
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