When did you last have a fight with someone?

Carrying on from the other thread........

I have known of 1 or 2 people who fairly regularly seemed to get into physical altercations with other lads/men - be it on a saturday night out, or during a football match etc.

I've been subject to 1 or 2 minor scuffles playing football over the years, but these have resulted in me needing to restrain the aggressor and not become the aggressor by finishing, or adding to what they started.

I last had what i'd say resembled a proper fight about 14 years ago, but even that was just a case of me restraining an attacker by grounding them, without having to become "violent" myself etc.

When did you last have a fight/pysical altercation with an aggressor (or perhaps you were the aggressor!)? Where was you? what happened?

last time i had a fight was when i was 18 with a mate ( we're still mates now) , i think i have only ever had 3 fights in my life all whilst at school many moons ago.

Never had one or been in one myself even though I go clubbing a lot, and actually the closest I've ever been was seeing some drunk guys having a flareup across the street that didn't last long though.

Drink probably started that, and drink ended it quickly.

Funny how drink does that to some people, I drink quite a bit when I'm out, but I don't start imagining that an evening in a club is a casting opportunity for a Fight Club sequel.

There must be some pretty frustrated people running around out there that have no other way of venting their negative energy.

Around the age 20. Me and a couple of mates going out for a few beers in Dunstable,staying over at my sisters for the night, anyway we went to the Greyhound Pub i thnk, had a few beers and my mates thought a few of blokes were looking at them/us funny. I didn't think anything of it at the time, anyhow we finish beer and got a takeaway to mosey on ,beer,chips,happy days!

All of a sudden my mates said oi, come on that bloke from the pubs coming out towards us to start trouble.

I said, I aint running off ,and carried on eating my chips, as i watched my 2 mates squeezing walnuts between their @rse cheeks disappearing several hundred yards up the road at a fair rate of knots. If they were in a woofters race, Gold n silver lets say..

Anyhow this bloke calls from behind Oi... so i stop, he comes over and cant remember what he said but I'm eating my chips still, next thing, BANG, I get a smack in the mouth, i remember my chip packet and chips falling about. Well what can you do ?

It's fcuckin orange juice time! so i start windmilling into this bloke and we are on the pavement and curb, like lovers do , then ohhh lookie my mates ,shirly temple and bonnie langford turn up.. lol So we are then beating the Be-jesus out of this guy, controlled kicking, then we let him get up and he goes balling his eyes out crying back into the pub!.

Now I wasn't gonna hang about! We then had to escape and evade a pub posse all the way back to my sisters ,about a mile. We made it.

Some people on beer are psycho's...

Crap Buddist said:

Around the age 20. Me and a couple of mates going out for a few beers in Dunstable,staying over at my sisters for the night, anyway we went to the Greyhound Pub i thnk, had a few beers and my mates thought a few of blokes were looking at them/us funny. I didn't think anything of it at the time, anyhow we finish beer and got a takeaway to mosey on ,beer,chips,happy days!

All of a sudden my mates said oi, come on that bloke from the pubs coming out towards us to start trouble.

I said, I aint running off ,and carried on eating my chips, as i watched my 2 mates squeezing walnuts between their @rse cheeks disappearing several hundred yards up the road at a fair rate of knots. If they were in a woofters race, Gold n silver lets say..

Anyhow this bloke calls from behind Oi... so i stop, he comes over and cant remember what he said but I'm eating my chips still, next thing, BANG, I get a smack in the mouth, i remember my chip packet and chips falling about. Well what can you do ?

It's fcuckin orange juice time! so i start windmilling into this bloke and we are on the pavement and curb, like lovers do , then ohhh lookie my mates ,shirly temple and bonnie langford turn up.. lol So we are then beating the Be-jesus out of this guy, controlled kicking, then we let him get up and he goes balling his eyes out crying back into the pub!.

Now I wasn't gonna hang about! We then had to escape and evade a pub posse all the way back to my sisters ,about a mile. We made it.

Some people on beer are psycho's...

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Absolutely!

I don't go out on the town very often, but whenever i do i will probably see some kind of fight on half the occassions, and it often seems to be lads who know each other falling out over girl. The last i saw was a few weeks back. One guy early-mid twenties landing one on his mate while he wasn't even looking. He fell to the floor like a led weight though not unconscious. Before the thug could continue the attack 2 WPC's plus a couple of men PC's were in there, on top of the thug.

Alcohol is usually the catalyst in these types of situations, however, UK towns and city centres are been turned into mini ibizas on a weekend, with bars pumping out loud crappy music, which probably doesn't help the aggressive drunk feel calm etc.

A few months a go when my best mates boyfriend seemed to think I was hitting on her (even though I have a long term girlfriend) and decided to run me down and start pounding me. Could hear the pounding of his feet a mile off so as he was about to reach me I turned around, caught him and dump tackled him. Left him very winded on the floor so I just carried on walking.

Not really much of a fight and I can't remember being involved in any others besides scuffles at school when I was a kid. One of those does stand out though. When I was 10 another lad in my class decided to strangle me from behind whilst playing football because I was taking too long to take a throw in - I'd picked up the ball a few seconds beforehand. Can't remember how that one ended though.

Funny stuff beer.

As mentioned on a previous thread, I'm a kung fu + self-defence instructor besides others. Strange thing is, school playground aside, I've never had a fight.

3 not-fights I've had though:

I used to live in a crap-hole in Ealing that had 2 ways in: one was a path through a graveyard, that was lined with bushes. The other was a road with 8' walls either side. The muggers used to hang around the road bit, so I used to walk through the graveyard. One time, I was walking back with a takeaway in my hand, and this guy leaps out of the bush at me screaming. I leapt back into one of my stances, put a hand-guard up (one-handed) and let out a bit of a roar. The guy sat down where he was, and scooted himself backwards into the bush and stared at me wide-eyed I went home and ate my takeaway.

(Warning - the following is very stupid and not recommended) When I lived in Denmark, I got tremendously drunk one night at a Chemistry Department party at the Uni (Sounds dull, but we had absolute alcohol and it WAS Denmark). I was absolutely hammered walking to a club with 3 mates and a plastic pint of beer. (I'm not proud of this) We were screaming at cars as you do (But just like Ali G things - we weren't insulting anyone), then this car pulls over and two angry Danes got out and started weighing into my mate with bottles. My mate bolted and got away. My other mate bolted before anything happened, leaving me facing these guys. I realised I was so hammered I couldn't run and thought I'd fare better if i stood and fight, so i threw my beer at them and screamed an insult. Strangely, they then turned and got back in their car - seems like they just wanted to scare people, and when they knew I wasn't scared, they just walked away. Anyway about 5 mins later, me and mates re-convened and went clubbing. Happy days

Finally, a 'mate' I didn't like (Boyfriend of a girl I fancied) once got a kicking and I stood by with one of my kung fu students and let it happen. One of his attackers went for one of my students, and my student got him on the floor and started kicking him in the head. I pulled the student away and let the attacker get up so him and his accomplice could both carry on giving my 'mate' a kicking. A bouncer from a nearby club eventually broke it up and I told the girl I fancied that I'd get arrested if I joined in, so I couldn't get involved in the fight and protect her boyfriend - he was a c**t and deserved his kicking

Didn't really follow the last one but this made me laugh out loud in the office:whistling

Gumping said:

The guy sat down where he was, and scooted himself backwards into the bush and stared at me wide-eyed I went home and ate my takeaway

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Vrothdar said:

Didn't really follow the last one but this made me laugh out loud in the office:whistling

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Still don't quite follow. Perhaps it's Tuesday afternoon slowness setting in.

Vrothdar said:

Still don't quite follow. Perhaps it's Tuesday afternoon slowness setting in.

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Some fit bird's boyfriend got a kicking and I stood by and let it happen cos I fancied her and hated him

Ah...makes sense now.

Vrothdar said:

Ah...makes sense now.

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Does that make me petty, shallow and small-minded? :whistling

What interesting lives everyone leads LOL. I suppose I've had 3 real "grown up fights", and didnt throw a single punch in any of them.

Fight one occurred in an indian restaurant. As I and a group of friends where going in I met an old girlfriend so stayed outside chatting to her for a while. I walk into the place a few minutes later and its like a scene from the wild west, some guy runs up to me, head buts me and I woke up in the back of a police van.. Funnily enough, a couple of years later I dated this chaps sister and a nicer bloke you couldnt have wished to have met. I still see him for the occasional beer

Fight two occurred years ao in the car park at work. I get a call from reception saying some bloke called Barry who wants to see me in the car park. I wander out there and there's a chavvy looking individual loitering around, so I go across and ask if he's looking for me, he responds by punching my lights out. Turns out someone's been having an afair with his wife, but he's got the completely wrong name and place of employment. I was the closest match the receptionsist could think of.

Fight Three, walking home, probably drunk, a bunch of guys jump me and kick seven bells out of me, whilst my 3 mates leg it. Happy days

Three times a week. Paid.

shadowninja said:

Three times a week. Paid.

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?? what do you do?

eagletower said:

?? what do you do?

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I teach martial arts. Three times a week. See.

Ok, in answer to the original question. I've been in two fights in my life. Kinda.

1) At school, schoolboy argument, ended up giving my friend a left jab in the face, realised that was a stupid thing to do and apologised.
2) Some drunk tried to cause trouble at church so, being of a violent persuasion, I thought I ought to step in as the guy was laying into one of the congregation. I think my confidence made the guy walk away as no blows were exchanged. Which was a relief.

I prefer to run than fight. Cowards live to tell the tale more than heroes.

Had a few scuffles on the rugby field, but they don't really count.

Can remeber my first fight, in primary school... some kid was punching me (don't know why), so my response was to pretend I did Karate; I waved my hands in the air and stood on one leg a lá "the crane kick" - karate kid was about this time, though I hadnt seen the film....

then, when I realised I'd have to do something, just took a run up and kicked him in the goolies.

Fight over.

(I did go on to do karate when I was 9 or so, and went to competitions. That soon ended when I got through the first round and got knocked out by a brown belt vs. my Orange and red tag.)

Other than that, nothing really to report. Proud to say I haven't thrown many punches, I usually find myself at the receiving end to be honest.

P.S.

If I cut to the chase, the only reason I'm replying to this thread is I saw the rep JT was giving out earlier and I want some.

"When was my last fight?"

Why, you startin'?

Actually, having read what other people seem to think of as a "fight", I've had quite a few.

Fight = Kicking, punching, elbows - broken noses missing teeth and blood in a "good" one.

"Are you lookin' at my bird?" ; "yeah, come on then" followed by a scuffle = Friday night.

Edit: For the record, I lost most of them.

One problem I would have with people on the street asking, "You like 'ospital food??" is that my answer could be, "Well, it's free and quite healthy, and last time I was there, I had sausage, mash and peas which was pleasant enough. And it was followed by vanilla ice cream and strawberry yoghurt..." so I really hope I don't bump into some bruisers in pubs.