cisono Posted 29 July 2006 Posted 29 July 2006 Aside from arguing with my sisters at home, my first fight (if you can call it that!) was in kindergarten... All I recall is: a boy punched me in the nose. (Not sure why). When I got home (and my nose stopped bleeding), I got told off because "girls are not supposed to fight" !!!
Thracian Posted 29 July 2006 Posted 29 July 2006 A kid from the off licence which used to be in the then new row of six shops around the corner of St Mary's Avenue in Braunstone pushed me into a blazing Guy Fawkes Night bonfire... When I got out, although only nine, I was so livid I remembered there was an electric ignition on a nearby works bulldozer, started it up and was inches from ramming it through his parents shop window when someone jumped aboard and halted the thing with the shovel just approaching contact with the building. I hadn't any idea how to stop the thing and didn't have any intention of doing so anyway. I only wanted to flatten the place whether the kid was in there or not. Even after the intervention I still managed to jump down and charge into the shop where my progress was barred by a pull down counter flap. But people had deposited plenty of empty bottles on the counter (it happened in those days) and I threw a good few of those at the shelves of whiskies and wine - and an ornate brewer's overmantle mirror if fading memory serves - part trashing the place before the kids parents rushed out from their living room and frogmarched me round to my dad and mum for a reckoning. I had the scar from the bonfire over 30 years later..
lookwhaticando Posted 29 July 2006 Posted 29 July 2006 A kid from the off licence which used to be in the then new row of six shops around the corner of St Mary's Avenue in Braunstone pushed me into a blazing Guy Fawkes Night bonfire... When I got out, although only nine, I was so livid I remembered there was an electric ignition on a nearby works bulldozer, started it up and was inches from ramming it through his parents shop window when someone jumped aboard and halted the thing with the shovel just approaching contact with the building. I hadn't any idea how to stop the thing and didn't have any intention of doing so anyway. I only wanted to flatten the place whether the kid was in there or not. Even after the intervention I still managed to jump down and charge into the shop where my progress was barred by a pull down counter flap. But people had deposited plenty of empty bottles on the counter (it happened in those days) and I threw a good few of those at the shelves of whiskies and wine - and an ornate brewer's overmantle mirror if fading memory serves - part trashing the place before the kids parents rushed out from their living room and frogmarched me round to my dad and mum for a reckoning. I had the scar from the bonfire over 30 years later.. Blimey! I never had you down for a dangerous little git :pinch: Good on ya
Ricey Posted 29 July 2006 Posted 29 July 2006 Like lambs to the slaughter i bet . . . . . . Were you there then?
Thracian Posted 29 July 2006 Posted 29 July 2006 Blimey! I never had you down for a dangerous little git :pinch: Good on ya Only when I was nine. I developed more sense and a much more pacific attitude when all my contemporaties started getting bigger than me
lookwhaticando Posted 29 July 2006 Posted 29 July 2006 Only when I was nine. I developed more sense and a much more pacific attitude when all my contemporaties started getting bigger than me I've usually been the amongst the biggest (well, tallest, but at that age height determines quite a lot) amongst peers, just never any good at fighting.
Trumpet Posted 29 July 2006 Posted 29 July 2006 Mine was with a twat called Ian Walker. During a 5-0 drubbing at the hands of villa i ran onto the field of player and attempted to twat him, only to be put on my arse.
lookwhaticando Posted 29 July 2006 Posted 29 July 2006 Mine was with a twat called Ian Walker. During a 5-0 drubbing at the hands of villa i ran onto the field of player and attempted to twat him, only to be put on my arse. Bet you felt stupid. Live on TV too! How many stewards dragged you out of the stadium?
billabob Posted 30 July 2006 Posted 30 July 2006 Were you there then? Nope, im just saying i bet you tore though them like lambs to the slaughter! me and my mates at school used to find it harder against the yougsters as many of them haddnt yet found out what beer does to a mans fitness
lookwhaticando Posted 30 July 2006 Posted 30 July 2006 Thats why i had the " " because i didn't think you was from Canada, but under your avatar it says you are Ricey the Bully!! I've been conned! When I signed up, it says "Your Location" for profile details. Well Ottawa's my location. If I knew it actually said "From" under my avatar, I'd have put Castle Donnington! It's fixed. I am more the happier for it.
DanTheFoxBhoy Posted 30 July 2006 Posted 30 July 2006 A local arsehole by the name of Shannon who lived in a shitty house with his shitty family came at us while we were in the playground and pushed over my mate Lucas' 3 year old brother, so we gave him one and told him to push off. Probably one of the few times in my life someone has actually listened to me
macbeth Posted 30 July 2006 Posted 30 July 2006 brian london ;at his blackpool nightclub.........it entitled you to a; " bloke that fought the bloke that fought muhammed ali" T-shirt.........not sure it was worth it though
DanTheFoxBhoy Posted 30 July 2006 Posted 30 July 2006 I punched my best mate at school when I was 10 because my lunch box fell out my bag in the cloakroom and he kicked it into the urinal. Justified violence I think. Bloody oath, unless you like urinal cakes for lunch.
Stevosevic Posted 30 July 2006 Posted 30 July 2006 I've never actually had a fight at school. I've stepped in to try to break up a couple of fights at school, but never actually hit anyone nobody ever liked the person who who broke the fights up
lookwhaticando Posted 30 July 2006 Posted 30 July 2006 nobody ever liked the person who who broke the fights up I didn't go around looking for fights to break up. :laugh: Besides, I only broke up a few. It either involved friends or when the village idiot started going around trying to fight anyone he could. His name was Jack and he was a complete twat.
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