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Summer 1997 in Ibiza for me. Bloody stupid!
Summer 1997 in Ibiza........
1980 - i was 10
When I was 14.
Bloody hell, that's 32 years ago!
may 2003.
ex father in law attacked me with a hammer, so i stopped him.
i got fined 400 quid for it.
i absolutely loathed myself for lowering my standards to his,
but looking back now, it encouraged my ex wife to move out, so it wasnt all bad.
glad im better able to control my temper these days.
Can't comment for legal reasons. 😳
2 weeks ago was a proper fight in skipton but fight like rampaging bulls with my brother
Last night, but it was at training so OK.
Summer 1996 I think...in Ibiza...no, it was Summer 1997, my memory is going.
1985
i ended up going away for a while after it.
is Ibiza a violent place then?
When I was 13 - he started it, I finished it.
No one has felt the urge to have a go since.
Can't comment for legal reasons
🙄
When I was 7 is the last time I threw a punch.
I have broken up a few fights / restrained people a few times since then but never thrown a punch
2 hours ago with my 3 year old. Little git got me in a surprise head lock and pulled my ears! I showed him who's boss though, gave him the old upside down spinaroony
Never seen a fight in beefa!!
[i]No one has felt the urge to have a go since. [/i]
Your reputation clearly scares everyone off. 😉
Quite a while ago for me, I think the last proper fight was probably about 20 years ago now, I would have been 23 or 24. Glad I don't get involved in that stuff any more.
Your reputation clearly scares everyone off.
That and the smell.
*runs*
The spinaroony is exactly what I did in 1997 in Ibiza.
i started a mass brawl in magaluf about 4 years ago supposedly, altho i cant remember nothing except my bro being in hospital for 4 days. Think i lost but cant remember anything so dont count. Then that same holiday i met a guy who lives near me and at the time his virgin(yes really) girlfriend of 4 years worked for me. Anyway, she wasn't a virgin no more so when we met i obviously had slept with the wrong girl ( to be fair she told me she had split up with him) and his extremely tough left hand punched me in the face. I , erm, walked away and kept my head low for a day or so. My ear was sore tho. So 1 holiday, 2 fights, 2 losses. Stick to bike riding then 🙂
2003 I think, Shepherds Bush at 4am. 'Fight' may be overstating it - I was too drunk to do anything other than be a punchbag. Was due to meet Boris Johnson on the Monday (in his old job as Spectator editor), but my boss took one look at me and decided otherwise...
who won then loddrick,Akira or Glitter in the Ibiza face off?
in the Ibiza [s]face[/s] [b]dance[/b] off?
Used to have a lot of fights but hadn't done so for 4 years (and even then that was only to stop a bloke hitting a female friend who was working behind a bar), until someone mistook me for a bouncer in my local pub and decided to punch me in the face just before Christmas. Pretty much out of the blue.
Had to stay out of all my son's first christmas pics because of my lovely black eye. Ridiculous.
About 4 years ago at school. my mate came off worse as she stepped in front if me to stop the girl hitting me. Broke her nose. Some debts you can never really repay.
1972, I was 3, I FLOORED HIM 😡
About 3 hours ago.
My 8 year old now knows not to mess.
There's a pub in Abercromby called Ibiza??
i started a mass brawl in magaluf about 4 years ago supposedly, altho i cant remember nothing except my bro being in hospital for 4 days. Think i lost but cant remember anything so dont count. Then that same holiday i met a guy who lives near me and at the time his virgin(yes really) girlfriend of 4 years worked for me. Anyway, she wasn't a virgin no more so when we met i obviously had slept with the wrong girl ( to be fair she told me she had split up with him) and his extremely tough left hand punched me in the face. I , erm, walked away and kept my head low for a day or so. My ear was sore tho. So 1 holiday, 2 fights, 2 losses. Stick to bike riding then
- lad
Nearly last Saturday as bloke drove rapidly past me on a narrow country lane and I slapped his car. He reversed his car and got out, a very angry man he was, ended up kicking my bike, my mates told me to leave it....
Tuesday night.
at school so 30-odd years ago. This kid was always teasing me for having glasses, etc. and one day something just snapped. next thing he's flat on his back with a sore jaw.
It's the only punch I've ever thrown for real, but by all accounts it was a good one.
Nowadays even my 4yo beats me at Wii boxing (she cheats though)
My wife booted me in the knackers for tickling her a while back, disproportional response if you ask me but I'd say she won...
1972 at school some kid really annoyed me, year above he, I lashed out broke the drainpipe clean off the wall with the first punched second hit him and he left, nothing since, although a couple of lads have at some time tried to find me, something about their girlfriends i believe
who won then loddrick,Akira or Glitter in the Ibiza face off?
Can't comment on the fight, I know who is behind on the humour stakes though...
Does a fight have to be two-way? If not, the missus clocked me one squarely on the chin about 4 years ago. I've learned my lesson.
If that doesn't count, after a bit of a scuffle I jammed a kid's head in the school railings when I was about 9. You know that sticky tar that appeared in the playground whenever it was hot? He got a lolly stick and wiped it all over my school shirt, the day after I'd had a rollocking from my mum about always getting home from school looking like I'd rolled there through the council tip. If I remember correctly, the headmaster had to use his car-jack to pry open the bars of the railings, cos the initial insertion caused the kid's face to swell too much for him to be just pulled out.
Never.
I had several ways to get out of having to hitting anyone.
Wind them up with sarcasm until they flipped and lost control. This usually ended up with them being off balance and venerable to hitting the deck with a little aid.
Or doormen would have time to see it coming and step in.
I've often taken a few hits before walking away disinterested. That usual lead to the top method to.
As back up i was a county sprinter and got the hell out of there. Rarely an option when mates were also involved.
Like TJ, i mostly broke them up or prevented thing developing into a fight.
Eventually got a rep for being too calm and controlled during such times and people became a little more cautious of me.
Would have been in the eighties when I was around 12. A real plonker in my school had a go. There was pulling and dragging and I kind of flung him. He careered towards a statue and smacked his head on the corner. He got up, his face covered in blood. He started crying. I started crying. Everyone thought I was some kind of psycho nutcase. Only for a few minutes though. God, hate thinking about it even now.
Serious one was at 17 where I was fighting against three others. I was nearly knocked out cold under hail of punches to the back of my head and back as I tried to get up (was pushed down and in a kneeling position trying to get up )... saw plenty of stars though.
😆
Never hit no one in anger but done 15 years of martial arts training and havent got the slightest inclination to hit anyone now. Had plenty of chances to chin people but Ive always managed to calm them down up to now.
Have to be a good reason for me to chin someone. Lifes too short.
This is a forum full of pussies "FACT"
Last one @ Cannock going down a unopened trail some dipstick and his buddies walking Up!!!! a trail but failing to see me coming down obvious contact I was winning untill his other meat heads joined in 🙂
Fighting is sometimes funny in lycra and helmets.
Coming from an East End family of dock workers and going to a posh university I found it necessary, for political reasons of course, to engage in the odd bit of jolly japes. It cleared the air.
In Prague 1992 I think with a work colleague, totally and utterly mashed, he objected to me pissing up his leg, we fought like tigers, full on punches and kicks the lot, then picked each other up, got a taxi to the hotel and did a runner when we realised we couldn't pay it. Next day we represented Royal Mail at a European conference, still pissed, stinking of fags with bruised faces and managed to get an honourable mention for our contribution in the minutes.
Next day we represented Royal Mail at a European conference, still pissed, stinking of fags with bruised faces and managed to get an honourable mention for our contribution in the minutes.
(Weeps with joy at the sheer [i]Britishness[/i] of it all...) 😥
Last summer....... Caught a trespasser in my garage where I keep the bikes. I told him just to leave but he was having none of it and stood his ground and just spat at me so I went to grab him and he bit me on the back of the hand. Slung the vermin outside but still got the scar to prove it.
Cats can be vicious bleeders I tell ya!