[Closed] When was the last time you had a fist fight?

Depends what you mean by fist fight.

If you mean getting punched in the face, then about 12 years. If you mean punching someone in the face, never 😀

About 30 years ago - with both my brothers (my younger one was only about 14 at the time so he didn't get involved) and we were goaded by a couple of drunks because we were driving a flash car (it was our dad's basic Ford Sierra FFS) and my elder brother shouted 'come over here and say that' (thanks John).

Next thing I had one guy in a head lock and was repeatedly punching him in the face thinking 'I am wearing slippers and am in a fight' - that's story for another day) then saw my brother throw the other guy over a low wall and dive over after him LOL!

We came out well on top in the fight but they had the last laugh as one of them kicked the wing of the car as we drove off.

Since then I have found myself squaring up to people about 2 or 3 times (but not for a long time now - too old for that silliness) but they have backed down. I guess it is because of my size... I am 5'8'' and weigh about 10.5st so they must assume that know how to handle myself otherwise I wouldn't be so stupid. Thing is I don't know how to handle myself at all and I have just called their bluff. Thankfully it never back-fired on my otherwise I could have well and truly had my arse handed to me on a plate.

In my late 20's, I am now in my late 40's.

don't often find violence amusing but johndoh that made me laugh out loud

Related to Mister P's road rage [url= http://singletrackworld.com/forum/topic/this-morning-i-discovered-im-a-coward ]thread[/url]?

Me, probably about 30 years ago, early days of high school.

Though I know of people my age and older who regularly do get into fist fights, frequenting pubs where there are regular invitations to "to show them outside" between locals. Speaking to my builder the other day about his company's xmas do last year, ended in a brawl outside a local pub with a few in hospital, was a good night apparently. He's in his 50's 😯

I once protected a very nice girlfriend of mine from a bully trying to lift her skirt up in the playground, punched him smack bang on the nose and knocked him out.. (this was before Back to the Future film, so I'm claiming it)

Since then I had some git in a bar in Manchester chuck a pint over me whilst i was chatting with another nice girlfriend of mine, I turned to face him and he smirked at me and went for a punch and i ducked and he hit the brass pole holding up the glasses shelf.. oh how I and many others laughed.

I got all shirty with someone who was in the wrong at a sailing event many years ago, and got kicked off the event for retaliating.. ( he came at me with a 420 spinnaker pole and tried to joust me with it) he didn't get booted off and we still occasionally bump into each other to this day on various events.. he's still a git and for some reason i want revenge after all this time.

So it seems I'm a protector not an instigator.

was jumped by a gang of 'youths' 4 years ago walking home after a lock in. Own fault should have got a cab.

First chap had something in his hand, so I kicked it out, second chap had a roundhouse to the stomach, then first chap had a roundhouse to the face which was dumb as I was drunk in work shoes so I fell over and got several kicks on the ground before I could get back to my feet.

Bit of a standoff whilst attackers 3 and 4 helped carry attacker 1 away. Left me with attacker 2 and a couple of others 'holding him back'. Took some comments about my mum, looking like a tramp and being polish before they got bored.

All within about 50m of a local police station....

First thing my wife said when I got in - what if they all had knives.

I get taxis through rough parts of town now.

I never realised Chuck Norris had an account on here.

Last time I was in an actual fight fight was probably at school. I attribute my continued longevity to the fact I can do a standing 40 yards faster than anyone else I've ever met.

All within about 50m of a local police station....

My younger brother, who loves a punch-up, was getting cash out af an ATM about 50 yards from the Police Station.
He turned around, tucking the cash into his wallet and was faced with two teenagers who demanded he hand the cash over or they would give him a good kicking.

He refused.

Five minutes later, he dragged both of them into the police station by the scruff of their necks. They weren't looking their best.
All captured on the ATM and town centre CCTV cameras. Clearly a case of self defence and the application of reasonable force.

Not Chuck Norris but used to represent GB in tkd back in the day, and used to spar a lot...

never thrown a punch in anger. I would be crap in a fight.

got jumped once by 10-15 lads. They just wanted a scrap, I knew some of them probably had knives if we fought back, me and my friend took a few punches and they got bored and moved on to the next suckers. Nothing too serious but shook us up a bit.

Apart from that I've generally found it very easy not to be in fights. I realized that fights don't normally come looking for you, you have to put yourself in their path

15 years ago, in my last competitive rugby game.
myself and a old adversary, who I had a lot of run in's with, were both playing our last game. we had a proper toe to toe.
we then drank a gallon of ale together in the pub after the game.

does it count if your mates with them?

Jamie - Member

Unique or just a testament to my ability to run quick? Am I missing out? Is it a rite of passage everyone should go through?

Some people are snide, conceited and arrogant because they wrongly assume they can fight, or that people won't be so bold as to fight with them. Those types of people probably deserve a wake up call.

Such as it was the last time I was involved in a fight (4 years ago maybe). I gave someone way to much leeway to be aggressive with me, which I tolerated, which led to shoving, which I tolerated, which led to me lying in a ditch getting kicked in the head. At that point I decided to do something and it ended very very badly for the other guy.

I've never started a fight, never thrown the first punch but I'm also incapable of backing down from one; hence I've been in many many streetfights. Not proud of that especially, but also not ashamed. i'm convinced I saved my friends life which meant engaging 6 members of the UVF single handed until my friend got off the ground. Two on six and we kicked the complete shit out of them. Two more showed up and we dealt with them too 😈

Crazy times.

Just back from bjj so I've been strangled several times already this morning - any violent urges are kept well in check.

Not Chuck Norris but used to represent GB in tkd

Nightclub in my 30s. Lad had fondled my mate's girlfriend in the club, so my mate went after him. Tall bloke tried to help his mate and got (according to another friend!) a combo of 6 punches off me, which bloodied his nose and then my girlfriend jumped on his back 😆 I used to do some training so the punches came quite naturally. Not sure what would have happened if he'd had the chance to fight back. Last time I got hit was when my younger brother and I got attacked by 6 scumbags for no reason. One punched me so I threw him in the road where he was narrowly avoided by a car and we ran. I think I was 14 or 15. Should've lumped him with my skateboard.

I got a smack in the face 20 odd years ago by a mugger in Birmingham but that's as close to a fight as I've got. Being 5ft 10 and 11 stone doesn't lend itself to violence.

Related to Mister P's road rage thread?

I’d honestly not seen that. Will go have a read.

does it count if your mates with them?

....or brothers?

The last full on punch up I was involved with was with my older brother, when I was in my early twenties.
I'd ironed a pair of trousers for a job interview, went to work on a night shift and when I came in next morning, they were gone.
My older brother had worn then and gone out clubbing. He didn't return for three days during which my rage festered. When I finally caught up with him we was lying in bed and I was just in off the nightshift. He refused to engage in a grown up conversation with me and rolled over in bed and ignored me.

I turned the bed upside down, with him still in it and then a full scale fight erupted in our shared bedroom.
My younger brother watched it all bleary eyed from the top bunk. The sound of a wardrobe being tipped over alerted our parents to the the disturbance and my Dad broke us up before the biting started.

I'm not proud of it.

"how to fight"

I'd agree with you if you think it is like the modern bollox you see in the Olympics. It wasn't always like that 'back in the day'. I used to try to win by knock out, not pointy tappy stuff.

I would also cross train in boxing, judo, muay thai had a play with kung fu/jkd and karate as well, preferred tkd, and alwsays did best in tkd competitions hence why I ended up pursuing that one.

Anyway I don't actively train any more as I got hacked off with the politics of it all, and fat useless people paying subs and being a black belt in 2 years...

More than 10 years ago, maybe 15. A long time anyway. I ‘won’ or lost less than the other guy anyway. It hurt a lot.

Ah, perchy.. reminds me of home 😀
My older brother once did something to enrage me - I put my Doc Martens on and went out into the garden screaming "Come on then! Come and fight me!".
He couldn't move for hysterical laughter. Luckily. (Not sure for him or me, probably me.)

Secondary school, maybe 11 or 12, so over 35 years ago....

Ah, perchy.. reminds me of home

I want my trousers back.

Not Chuck Norris but used to represent GB in tkd back in the day, and used to spar a lot...

it was the roundhouses which amused me, was all. (-:

I realized that fights don't normally come looking for you, you have to put yourself in their path

Sadly not always true. Some folk are just out for a scrap.

Walking through Burnley town centre a good few years ago with a mate, a gang of about six lads plotted an intercept course with us. As they got close to passing us, one of them shouted something like "bump him!" One lad then shoulder-checked me. I swung round to look at him, and he punched me in the face.

They started to circle round us. I did the maths, my mate and I looked each other, I said "run!" and we both pegged it down the street with the scrotes in hot pursuit.

Unfortunately for the scrotes, at that point about 20 of my other mates came pouring out of the biker bar we were heading for. Our aggressors suddenly disappeared for some reason.

It's easy not to provoke trouble, but sometimes it just comes knocking. My only crime that day was wearing a leather jacket.

was jumped by a gang of 'youths' 4 years ago walking home after a lock in. Own fault should have got a cab.

Classic case to STW victim-blaming 🙂

My only crime that day was wearing a leather jacket.

The one time you go out without your gun....

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I had an incident a couple of years back where I was walking out of the petrol station shop there’s no pathway as you leave the shop so I was walking as close to the wall as possible and some bloke in a white van was speeding through the forecourt and missed me by what seemed to me like cms. I called him a see you next Tuesday. He jumped out of his van and I was about to ask him WTF he was doing and before I could even say anything took a swipe at me, which I managed to mostly dodge so it was nothing more than a glancing blow to the side of my head. I then punched him square in the solar plexus and he fell back and sat on his backside, so must’ve winded him. He sprang up and I was expecting him to come back at me but he just got in his van and wheelspinned out of the garage.
I was pretty shocked afterwards and was worried he might follow me home so I walked round the block a few times to make sure he wasn’t. Thankfully never saw him again and the 3 big bottles of Stella I’d been at the garage to buy were unharmed

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Where did you find that picture of Cougar?

Where did you find that picture of Cougar?

Mrsfry's fridge.

It was on there with little magnets in the shape of handcuffs.

It's funny because it's true.

Ah, perchy.. reminds me of home

Bearing in mind we used to call him Johnny Rambo due to his rage, he flipped out big time. I ran off and locked myself in the bathroom and waited it out until he calmed and stopped trying to beat it down. I eventually plucked up the courage to run into our bedroom to grab some pens and paper then went back into the safety of the bathroom where I wrote a big sign saying 'HELP! JOHN'S GOING TO KILL ME' and waited for my mum and dad to come home.

When I was his Best Man I regaled the guests with that story 🙂

[b]LEAVE IT DARREN!!!! EEES NOT WORF IT!!!!!!![/b]

Growing up I seemed to be a fights most weeks, then nothing until a couple of yrs ago a car driver (half my age)knocked me off my bike (left tun across me) decided it was my fault so when I stood up he punched me few times.

I rang the police which caused him to get out of his car again, this time I didn't give him chance to land another punch and hit him half a dozen times around head and body until he was on the ground and submissive.

Police came witnesses said it was self defence, he got done and some bruises, I got several days of guilt and worry I may have hurt the fool. No one wins in fights, if you lose it hurts and if you win it hurts.

2012. With a metal chair. I lost. In hindsight and in my (admittedly poor) defence I was very, very drunk. The chair wasn't. Not a fair fight. But it tripped me over on purpose, and then to add insult to injury continued to grab my legs and make a good account of itself by repeatedly slamming my face into the ground . Hard bastard as well.

Had lots of fights , I suspect it was because I like to have the last word and used to be pretty lippy after a few drinks . I like to think I won more than I lost but I did get a broken jaw once , lost a tooth once and hospitalised with concussion once . The last fight I had was in 1982 in Strathpeffer in a hotel bar called the Caberfeidh . I got there with 4 others , 3 of whom were girls . There were 4 blokes on the next table to us who were well drunk and being a bit of a pain . 1 of them asked 1 of the girls I was with if she had a cigarette and when she offered her pack he took 4 and handed them to his mates who thought it was funny , they also thought it was funny that I drank his pint while he was handing out the cigarettes although he wasn't so amused and offered me outside . I stood up , he stood up , his 3 mates stood up and the bloke I was with stayed sat down . I thought it was going to end badly for me but in the confusion 3 of my potential opponents went out the front door while the other went out the back so I followed him , gave him a quick pasting ( he was pretty drunk ) then jumped in my car picked up my friends and drove home .

I drank his pint while he was handing out the cigarettes

then jumped in my car picked up my friends and drove home .

I was on your side right up until the drink driving. 😉

Sadly not always true. Some folk are just out for a scrap.

I'd completely forgotten about an incident about 10 years ago.

Walking along a canal into town. 3 young blokes coming the other way, all a fair bit bigger than me. I step to one side to let them pass and one deliberately shoulders me. I ignore it, walk on, give a bit of a shake of the head. Next thing the 3 guys run over to me and the one that shouldered me squares up asking if I've got a problem with him (probably trying to impress his mates - though squaring up to me isn't going to impress anyone!) I try and defuse the situation but the next thing I know the guy swings a punch at me, I step back to avoid but stumble and land on my arse cutting my hand on some stones. The 3 of them start moving in. I get up and leg it. They give chase but give up fairly quickly.

Sometimes you really are just in the wrong place at the wrong time when someone's out looking for a fight 😕

Edit... actually that reminds me of a story about my mate who was jumped and beaten up by a guy while outside a kebab shop late one night for no apparent reason, fractured his skull. Turns out the guy was out celebrating his first night out from prison having severed a sentence for GBH. He was back in soon enough.

I lost my rag with one of my school mates when I was 12 and punched him in the stomach - he was goading me, but I was totally in the wrong. That has stayed with me for some reason - I felt totally lost and stupid all day after that because it was purely down to a loss of control on my part and could have ended a friendship.

Since then, once, I was on the receiving end of a fight. Usual situation, me and a mate had had too much to drink - we decided to chat to a couple of girls outside a kebab shop. One or two suggestive comments were made (which they didn't seem to mind) - their boyfriends who were stood within earshot did mind. Anyway a protracted chase-scuffle-chase ensued in which one of these lads nutted me. I was so drunk I didn't feel it and asked him what he thought he was doing, so he showed me again (and got it right second time around).

It could have escalated, and I reckon I could have sorted him out, but his mates were on the periphery and seemed to be waiting for an excuse, so apologies were made, a cab came along at an opportune moment and we jumped in.

Tell you what puts me off fighting anyone these days....apart from the fact that I'm old and slow, is watching UFC.

Seeing some of those fights are just terrifying if you had the misfortune to come up against someone like them, they'd tear you apart!

Not since primary school. 'Cause I'm not an animal.

not since uni where we tried to emulate Fight Club which got messy.
my boy has tried to take me on a few times - he's only 5 though so at the moment I can "manage" him without throwing a punch.

I was on your side right up until the drink driving.

I know that wasn't serious but I would just like to clarify that we had just got there after work and his pint , which was only about 3/4 full was all I had drunk all night . Anyway it was the North of Scotland 1982 and drink driving seemed a lot more acceptable in those days .

Just back from bjj so I've been strangled several times already this morning

You get strangled during a bj??? 😯

Does it make it better? 8)

When I was about 21 in Sydney so over 20 years ago. Some guy in a club nicked my drink when I was dancing, I spotted him and demanded he buy me another. We were both leathered - he refused and got abusive (in hindsight he almost certainly didn't have any money but he initially said he would), I then insulted him and his girlfriend until he pretty much had no choice but to swing for me. I was a fair bit bigger than him so I punched him to the floor and then followed him around whilst he tried to crawl away from me, punching him in the back of the head until he collapsed and didn't move. Woke up in the morning with a broken finger.

Lucky I didn't kill him to be honest, I've felt ashamed ever since. Not my finest hour. I would never fight now unless I absolutely had to. Don't do it kids, it really isn't big or clever.

I also had a drunken punch up with a mate who used to play for Wasps juniors. My hair fell out in clumps the next day where he'd punched me. Not fun.

First year of Uni (so, 17 years ago-ish), I can remember it like it was yesterday.

Student halls, flat of 7 young lads thrown together. I didn't really get on with 5 of the others, so kept myself to myself, socialised with the one I did get on with and left it at that. I'd had a year out and was the oldest, the youngest in the flat was (by coincidence) possibly the most smug, patronising, arrogant little (expletive deleted) on the planet.

One night in the second semester I'm cooking dinner and, out of nowhere, he steps into the kitchen and starts running his mouth at me, how I think I'm great because I was the only one who'd had a year out, thought I ran the flat, thought I was better than him, etc (none of which was true). Neither of us drunk, no incident that I can think of to precipitate it, just this rant at me for, well, being me. He ends this tirade with something like "I just want to punch you in the face". I countered with "want to step outside the flat and I'll let you try?"

Two of the other flatmates decided this could be worth watching and goaded him into accepting (though they stayed out of the actual fight, fortunately for me). The actual fight lasted all of about 30 seconds before I broke his nose without him having landed a shot on me - he swung a couple of wild ones that I managed to dodge back from, I stepped forwards and landed a single very solid straight right bang on the bridge of his nose, he landed on his arse, eyes and nose both streaming, the other two decided this wasn't going to go the way they wanted to see it go and carried him off to the Student Medical Practice. I gave it five minutes, had my dinner, grabbed some kit and went to kip at a friends for a couple of days to let it blow over. Never saw him again, he got patched up and discharged, came home, and apparently got kicked off his course the following day. Still, I've avoided fights ever since then as I don't think I'm ever going to get that lucky with a shot ever again.

For some reason I have a face people like to punch. I am 5.10 and until my 30's was pretty fit from football training etc. Anyway my fighting career has included such highlights as

1) My younger brother getting bullied so I stuck up for him and had a 1-1 with the lad and won. 1 week later I was jumped by 3 of the lads mates and got the crap kicked outta me

2) At least 3 or 4 fights at school where it basically ended up with everyone crowding round and watching. I had big ears and was born in Africa. I got quite a bit of shit thrown at me and stood my ground

Playing football to a good level, my style was to ruin other peoples games. I could man mark anyone and the harder the challenege the better. It resulted in

3) Me and a Scottish centre forward grappling on the floor, stood up and his team mate blind sided me and broke my jaw. Me and them two sent off. We had a drink and made up after the game

4) Me in cup final at professional club I was on the books for. Went up for header and opposition player elbowed me in the face and splattered my lips. I chased after him, punched him and ended up having a major fight in centre circle and we both got sent off. I was kicked out of club and banned from football for 2mths

5) Playing a local derby match, I set up final minutes winner. Whilst turning around to setup for kickoff opposition player smacked me straight in the face. Whilst on the floor stunned, he then kicked me in the head. He got sent off, I lined up for kick off. Final whilstle blew, I was chased by about 10 people to the changing rooms who seemed to think I had headbutted their players foot somehow. I had to wait for ages for them to bugger off.

There were loads of other incidents in football. My team mates used to say they liked having me on the team. Not only was I a bloody good footballer but if anyone was going to get punched it was me. I would run through a brick wall to win a game so tbh I wasn't ever effected and quite often would go in twice as hard on the person who punched me.

Nowadays I have had one or two confrontations. Most recent was the football coach who was turning a blind eye to my son being bullied by 5 or 6 others. Was kinda facilitating it by doing so and then in turn being snide with my son. Came to a head when I confronted him and 6 other parents face to face and told them if I witnessed any more bullying I would happily deal with them all one at a time any time they liked. Not that I thought I could beat them all up. Just that bullies rely on being quiet about things and hopefully the kids got home and told to leave my son alone.

natrix - Member

Just back from bjj so I've been strangled several times already this morning

You get strangled during a bj???

If I told you that you're not the first person to make that joke would you be surprised? 😉

Been involved in loads, one of the perks of being a barman in a fairly rough bar/pub (the pig and truffle/bedroom/bar V, all the same place just different names, in Derby, next to the post office, think it's a 'gentlemans club' now) when I was a student. That was 11/12 years ago now though, so I think I've lost my touch, not that I'm particularly keen to get it back.

I am 46 years old and have never been a fighter.

However, in my local about 8 years ago and the manager was attempting to eject a guy who was becoming offensive. I thought I would just follow them out to offer support if required. The pub manager is a very good friend.
Anyway, drunk guy does superman dive into a crowd in the garden half of which in wheel chairs.
I decided to intervene and encouraged the guy to do one before he gets lynched by half the pub. Things started to calm down nicely as we are walking up the road getting him out of the way.
Pub manager decides to shout 'And by the way, you're f*** barred'. Idiot.
So, drunk guy comes steaming back full of P and V. I try to head him off and get a head butt for my troubles. Red mist descends, 15 minutes later I am nursing broken hand and the rossers are in full effect.
Not proud.
The missus was more cross with the fact that she heard herself say 'Leave it Jef, he's not worth it' than anything else.
Next day I had to fly to Germany to be on an exhibition stand for a week with my new company, meeting the top brass from the head office in the US. Telling them I broke my hand falling off my bike did not carry any water unfortunately.

a long time ago when due to an utter ****t i had made the mistake of walking with along a road after leaving the pub we got jumped on by a group of lads he had apparently wound up. he went straight to the ground, i fought. what i learnt from that is its not worth trying to throw punches, just let loose with arms legs and everything like a whirlwind.

but way for fun was breaking up a fight in a college i used to work in, one teenager by the throat in each arm, held at arms reach, and loads of mockney 'leave it out lads, i'm in the middle now.'

A few times in adult life

Confrontation with a drunk van driver on a singletrack road. He swung and missed so I hit him back

Stepped in to help a park keeper surrounded by some yobs. That turned ugly pretty quickly

Made a citizens arrest on a yob who was attacking some ducks in the park. He had a go but was too pissed. Got a letter of commendation from the Chief Superintendent for that one 🙂

A wedding reception that turned ugly and it was a case of hit or be hit

And more recently with a motorcyclist who had an opinion on my driving. I ought to reign it in really

not since uni where we tried to emulate Fight Club which got messy.

This. Around the time we started drinking Tennants super. This may or may not be connected.

1999. Was moving out of a house I had shared with my ex. Came back from a cub scout leader's first aid training course (of all things) to find her there, packing her stuff up with the bloke she'd be cheating on me with. Cue proper Bridget Jones style hustle.

Was quite good fun, 'till the police came. Though they did laugh quite a bit.

Made me feel loads better.

At secondary school probably but that doesn't count the usual post night club glasgow taxi queue neds trying it on, so late teens I guess.

Last time I was in a 'situation' was probably about 15 years ago, driving into the car park of our local tesco and there was a guy at the entrance pushing a woman around. They both looked a bit rough but he was getting more violent so I stepped in and asked him to move away, it was only then that store security came out of their hiding place 🙂 He moved on but was attempting to have a go.

I don't recall ever clenching my fist and punching someone in the face.

That's it I think, so 30 odd yaers fight free, I'm a lover not a fighter 🙂

I challenge you to a dual James.

Noon Wednesday in the carpark behind Frankie & Bennie's.

Queensberry rules + eye-gouging.

[i]Cue proper Bridget Jones style hustle[/i]

No idea what this means.

Cue proper Bridget Jones style hustle

No idea what this means.

They awkwardly tried to remove each others big pants.

The Southern Yeti - Member

I challenge you to a dual James.

You talkin' to me?

So what if I am?

Someone hold me back...

LEAVE IT JAMES! HE'S NOT WORTH IT!

dual James.

He's JimJam, not JimJim.

😆

Someone hold me back...

Right. So me and jimjam vs Yeti.

Seems fair. What with him being a Sasquatch an all.

😆

Dual, jewel, aaah....duel. There now. 🙂

[quote=The Southern Yeti ]I challenge you to a dual James.
Noon Wednesday in the carpark behind Frankie & Bennie's.
Queensberry rules + eye-gouging.

got any pistols?

15 years ago. Stag night in Brighton and also Gay Pride.

I was late to meet the lads and was jogging into town on my own. I took a shortcut down a dodgy footpath and two big lads stepped into my way, one calling me a queer **** and starting to square up.

Without even slowing I punched him in the jaw and he fell down, allowing me to run on. *

I eventually met up with my mates, one of whom leapt excitedly into my arms, catching my jaw with his shoulder and splitting my lip.

Great night all in all. Strip bar had a lesbian hen party in, they were awesome.

* I weigh 9st and look gay, so feared for a sound thrashing.

My totally pished (amateur boxer) mate knocked on my door about 3am a couple of years ago with 3 pairs of shoes in his hands.

Turns outs some guys tried to mug him whilst he was staggering home from a night club, after knocking them out in pretty short order, he was a bit non-plussed what to do with them so decided to take their shoes.

I would have loved to have seen their faces, when they came round.

Probably 35 years ago. Never even come close to punching anyone since leaving school.

I try and avoid it like the plague now as if I get angry enough to snap I sort of "go away for a bit" and come back to all sorts of bother and repercussions and my career and being a responsible grown up is kind of dependent on me being a good boy. Last serious one was when a random townie thought it would be funny to smash a bottle in my face which apparently was terrifying to watch as went off on one and before that when I was in my late teens and got jumped by a group of folks "freak bashing" (similar group had a put a mate in intensive care the week before with a baseball bat because he had long hair)I remember the fight starting and getting hyped then the next thing I know I'm on the floor with two police pinning me down trying to get cuffs on me. managed to argue self defense in that case as heavily outnumbered, but it was touch and go as I had bitten part of someone's ear off and really badly injured two of them. I got bullied like hell when I was nipper for being a little tubbster and got to a stage where I would never back down or be scared again and that's where the rage came from. These days I am absolute zen and calm

These days I am absolute zen and calm

But your post reads with such underlying rage

Isn't every forty-something bloke on here living their life whilst pretending that that white-hot ball of barely suppressed but ever present rage deep in your gut doesn't really exist?

I know I do

20yrs ago, heading home from Glasgow's West End after 4 or 5 beers on a Thursday night with so-called best mate (we were like brothers, description subsequently revised after later events), I got jumped by two neds, bit of a tussle takes place (jumped from behind) I end up with a bloody nose and it all sort of peters out. Mate did sod all, other than ask the 3rd member of the group what it was all about. Reported incident to police on way home and spoke to "mate" the next day about WTF happened, he proceeds to call me an f***ing grass and wouldn't be helping me if it came to court. Which it did, oddly the court usher called him "the memory man" sarcastically after the hearing.
I don't think I've spoken to him since in the 25 years that have passed. Same, but at least I found out he was a c**t before I really had to rely on him.

No idea if I'd actually be any good in a fight though, although being 6'5" and 16st tends to deter most, plus I'm quite good at talking my way out of situations.

[i]Isn't every forty-something bloke on here living their life whilst pretending that that white-hot ball of barely suppressed but ever present rage deep in your gut doesn't really exist?[/i]

S'why I commute by bike. If I was in the car everyday, that ball of rage would just snowball..

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I follow the Tao of Pooh

had a few kickings, dished out a few, in my younger days. Last fight was about 10 years ago, I was 100% in the right about it, mind. Before that was probably 10 years.

tbh, no interested in any of that at all. not even going to go into details, I've probably posted some of it before, I'd rather just forget it, tis all a pile of nonsense.

Tazzy....

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although being 6'5" and 16st tends to deter most

IME that can work both ways....