Last full on fight – 1998 or so.
A garage in Kenton, Newcastle that I worked at.
I was finishing the sunday night shift and changing over for the night shift. I was leaving the garage and some local hard nut wanted in. I told him to go to the night hatch, he said no. I said that is what you have to do. He said he would nut me. I said go ahead, so he did.
I was pretty pissed off, kicked him away and then from my Dad’s description I launched myself about 2m through the air and landed a massive headbut in return on him which sent him onto the floor.
His two mates jumped in and started laying into me. Dad got worried and got out of the car to break it up. The lad on the ground got up and went for dad, hit him in the gob.
At this point I went berserk. I have vague memories and what dad told me as well. I smacked the two lads hard and away from me ran and grabbed the other lad who had just hit dad and threw him on the ground. By this point one of the other lads had tried to get hold of me again, but I had got him in a headlock and was punching him in the face at the same time as stamping on the kid on the ground.
Dad, bless him, started trying to get the third lad away who was by now backing off and calling me a nutter.
Dad then pulled the lad on the ground up shoved him over with is friend and shouted at me to let go of the other kid in the headlock.
The three of them backed off and then made another go for it. I started after all of them, they ran off down the street to a waiting girl screaming at me to leave them alone. The girl handed them a metal bar and they started back, to us. I carried on towards them, they changed their minds about continuing the fight and ran off.
Back at the garage the police were there, quite a few of them, the helicopter was up, Dad was really excited about having been in a scrap, he was about 50 then.
Police wanted to know if he wanted to press any charges, but mentioned that if they did, and the witness around the garage stuck to their story, I might be in trouble myself.
So we left it.
Mum wondered why we were late and knew when he called that something was up.
Got home and I had a black eye, Dad had a fat lip and he was absolutely buzzing.
At work the next day, he was the talk of Alcan. 50 years old and bragging about his fat lip.
Made my brother really jealous as well.
In reality though I was lucky as was Dad, it could have gone the wrong way.