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Post by souphound on Jul 25, 2023 17:47:51 GMT
The closest I ever came to getting into a fight was way back when, while still playing ice hockey, aged 14-15 or so. Some guy bodychecked me in the corner of the rink (a legal hit I would add, I had the puck and everything...). So, I picked myself up and carried on. When the period was over, one of my ill-tempered teammates had decided that I was chicken shit for not dropping the gloves on the ice and tried to jump me in the dressing room. He didn't get very far though as the coaches were all over him in an instant. He was banned from the team. I am a butterfly. (But I've always said that if I ever do get into it with anyone, that particular idiot would pay for all of the others who riled me over the course of my lifetime. )
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Post by Sneelock on Jul 25, 2023 21:51:54 GMT
Late 70's we had two pairs of boxing gloves. any Roomies who started to get into it inside were instructed to put on the gloves and take it outside. Two of these is the closest I ever got to "fighting". it HURTS when somebody slams their fist in your face. who knew? I got beat up a lot in school. "ganged up on" is a better way of putting it. it's real easy to be a bully when you statistically outnumber somebody. People used to grab me by the front of my shirt now and then. the good thing about being crazy is that sometimes others don't know exactly what you are capable of. that can be helpful. early 80's I was real good pals with a guy who just couldn't go a week without having a fist fight. He tried to explain it and it sounded a lot like a sex urge or something. great guy but a hazardous hang.
my big fat mouth used to make people want to let me have it but I really do enjoy most people and can usually diffuse those things. I save my big fat mouth mostly for family and loved ones nowadays.
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Post by Reasonable good Nick on Jul 31, 2023 11:59:35 GMT
I never hear stories of people being beaten up. When I was in my late teens it was pretty much an accepted hazard of going out for a few beers on a weekend in Whitley Bay or Newcastle. Every couple of months someone you knew would get assaulted outside a pub or a kebab shop. Happened to me only once, just before Christmas 1991, a bunch of proper thugs just started on me and a couple of mates as we were walking home in the early hours, for no reason other than that a couple of us had long hair and we dressed a bit 'alternative'. I was probably lucky, I walked away with nothing worse than extensive bruising and a couple of black eyes. It could easily have been worse, the bloke I was fighting knocked me to the ground and started kicking my head like a rugby player taking a try, but fortunately my best mate saw what was happening, uprooted a fence post and twatted him with it, which made him desist. I wonder if it happens less often now. I suspect the 70s and 80s were a more violent time for street brawls, hooliganism and the like. I know a friend's son got a kicking in Manchester a couple of years ago, similar sort of scenario. He was in his early twenties at the time.
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Post by Stacy Heydon on Jul 31, 2023 13:18:18 GMT
I never hear stories of people being beaten up. When I was in my late teens it was pretty much an accepted hazard of going out for a few beers on a weekend in Whitley Bay or Newcastle. Every couple of months someone you knew would get assaulted outside a pub or a kebab shop. Happened to me only once, just before Christmas 1991, a bunch of proper thugs just started on me and a couple of mates as we were walking home in the early hours, for no reason other than that a couple of us had long hair and we dressed a bit 'alternative'. I was probably lucky, I walked away with nothing worse than extensive bruising and a couple of black eyes. It could easily have been worse, the bloke I was fighting knocked me to the ground and started kicking my head like a rugby player taking a try, but fortunately my best mate saw what was happening, uprooted a fence post and twatted him with it, which made him desist. I wonder if it happens less often now. I suspect the 70s and 80s were a more violent time for street brawls, hooliganism and the like. I know a friend's son got a kicking in Manchester a couple of years ago, similar sort of scenario. He was in his early twenties at the time. I think even thugs have more to distract them these days. Still as bad as street violence was back then, at least you were unlikely to get stabbed.
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Post by Reasonable good Nick on Jul 31, 2023 14:45:18 GMT
When I was in my late teens it was pretty much an accepted hazard of going out for a few beers on a weekend in Whitley Bay or Newcastle. Every couple of months someone you knew would get assaulted outside a pub or a kebab shop. Happened to me only once, just before Christmas 1991, a bunch of proper thugs just started on me and a couple of mates as we were walking home in the early hours, for no reason other than that a couple of us had long hair and we dressed a bit 'alternative'. I was probably lucky, I walked away with nothing worse than extensive bruising and a couple of black eyes. It could easily have been worse, the bloke I was fighting knocked me to the ground and started kicking my head like a rugby player taking a try, but fortunately my best mate saw what was happening, uprooted a fence post and twatted him with it, which made him desist. I wonder if it happens less often now. I suspect the 70s and 80s were a more violent time for street brawls, hooliganism and the like. I know a friend's son got a kicking in Manchester a couple of years ago, similar sort of scenario. He was in his early twenties at the time. I think even thugs have more to distract them these days. Still as bad as street violence was back then, at least you were unlikely to get stabbed. Yeah, there a few older lads on our estate in the late 70s/early 80s who were known to carry knives flick knives or similar, but they were just for show and occasionally threatening someone. I don't recall anyone actually ever getting stabbed. It seems to be at epidemic levels among young people in London now.
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