tomoliver wrote: » Used to be in an arranged fight on a regular basis after school- i wouldn't fancy it now In school in manchester they used to fight in the school grounds -teachers just looked on didn't even bother breaking it up
andekwarhola wrote: » When I was in 6th class, we used to have a competition that the last person to escape through the school gates at home time got a hiding from the class. Pretty bad stuff in retrospect, some painful ones dished out.
Fiftyfilthy wrote: » Late at night, in a park ,toilets, chatting to a stranger Were you on the prowl for cock?
Undividual wrote: » Nah, I had to piss. How do you prowl for cock, out of curiosity?
Undividual wrote: » I've been in 2 fights in my life: The first was when I was about 17. A few lads I hung around with were messing around. A guy I went to school with (who was and probably is a scumbag) had me in a headlock. I was laughing at the start. After I realised he wasnt letting me go, I stopped struggling. He didnt let go and started to tighten his grip. I told him to let go. He started saying "Calm down and I'll let you go" while he was tightening his grip. My throat was half closed, which was pretty scary. I started to punch him in the ribs. He dropped to the ground while still holding onto me and I kept trying to hit him. With his other hand he punched me in the face a few times. I was starting to pass out at this point (which is one of the most terrifying memories I have) and I stopped struggling. Everyone was watching at this point and one of the girls told him to let me go, which he eventually did (still raging over what a little sneaky sh*t he was). He was all up for a proper fight when I stood up, but I was seeing stars and could see my eye swelling across my vision. One of the girls took me to the side and asked me if I was alright while a few others asked him what had happened. I dusted myself off and went home. The second was when I was about 20. I was going to the toilet in a park after being in a nightclub. Another guy was doing the same. I said something jokey to him and he ignored me. I said "Well f*ck off then". Next thing I know he's bashing me (not my finest moment for multiple reasons). I swung for him and watched my fist sail past his face. We wrestled for a minute then I was on the ground and he was kicking me in the head. After a while he stopped and walked away. I went to the hospital and got stitches in my lip. What was strange to me about these experiences was how I dreaded ever getting into a fight in my childhood but once I did I found it very liberating. I think I overcame my fear of being in a fight and found out I wasn't a coward. I havent been in anything resembling a fight since and have walked away from potential situations but I never had that paralyzing fear again. I wonder if anyone else has had a positive experience of losing a fight or taking a beating?
Andrew00 wrote: » OP was on the hunt for some cock
He defended "cruising" after he was caught emerging from the bushes of a park with another man in 2006. He told Channel 4's Richard and Judy show: "Sorry if people don't like the fact I cruise but the police absolutely accept that it goes on at night."
SEPT 23 1989 wrote: » Apart from that not even started on in the last 25 years because to look at me you would want to really be sure of yourself before you had a go
DubInTheWest wrote: » I have a family member, won medals for Ireland boxing. He has a baby face and you'd think butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Well he was sold something faulty, and when he brought it back they wouldn't refund and not only that but the guy was some big ugly Russian guy pumped up on steroids, I think you know the ones I'm talking about, well he put it to the wrong guy, he ended up with a metal plate in his head after my relative was finished with him. The downside was, he got jailed for it. The judge was he used his skill from the ring.
Pkiernan wrote: » Does your family member have a double barrel first name like JohnJoe or PaddyBoy?
Negative_G wrote: » Ala, was his second name Mongan, Maughan, Nevin, Cash, Joyce or MacDonagh?
Potential-Monke wrote: » There was a phase during primary school when I was in 6th class, and I fought every male in my class that year. In quite a few fights in secondary school too. All because of 2 features I couldn't change. Imagine it, going to school every day getting picked on for being different, for having different features to nearly everyone else, features I had no control over and couldn't change. Name calling, pushing, shoving, punching, even being put into a bin at one stage. Everyone thought it was hilarious, egged on the bullies, joined in sometimes. I'm ginger and short. But imagine if I said I was black or Asian. Same circumstances, different features. But I'm over it now. I actually look forward to the insults now, because I like to hear if there's any originality to it these days. Anyway, for the fights, I reckon I won about 70%. I may have been small, but because I was ginger I had a strong right arm. The tallest lad in class picked on me one day, everyone egging him on to fight me, so I agreed. We squared up, he was all confident because he was a lot taller than me, so I ran in and punched him into his left eye, knocked him down. He looked up, slightly shocked, cut just appearing under his eye. I walked away, everyone stunned. That was the last fight of primary school. It continued into secondary school, I never really got taller, just grew a bit. Only 5'7" now at 35. Fought so many people in secondary school, again with most of them thinking I'd be a push over. No one expected the strong right. I actually got suspended once for fighting, and all I was doing was watching this one! It continued all the way into 5th year, when the lanky cnut of the class was flicking the back of my head (he was sitting behind me). So I calmly got up, picked up my table and threw it straight at him. Sat back down. Class was stunned. Teacher walked in, I'd no table, it was on a heap beside yer man. Asked what happened, I explained what happened. Got suspended but no one picked on me again after that. Oh, I suppose to finish the story, I became a Garda so I could then bully everyone else for 9 years... :rolleyes:
